Again and again i try to separate the good days from the bad that we Had. and all you do is separating you and me. this takes more than i Expected. it seems like the downfall of the world. seen it come. Deedless years went on. i arrested myself. put my life into this personal Prison and torture this defenseless soul again. i tried so many times. I tried it twenty-four-seven. but time seems not to be my friend. time Seems to give me some more stitches. time kills and so does distance. What the fuck have i become