April LyricsApril, broken face
Like thoughts
I want to stick a knife in your nasty hair
To no longer hear the pitiful oppression
Get the fuck away from me, stop dreaming
It's better not to dream about anything
What is such a fuck
You're nothing
Are you waiting for a miracle?
There won't be one
Would I be your pet
I would have opened up to the dicks and thank God
I want to die, but I will live
I don't have depression. It's temporary