i have been always wondering, how you can do it.
(how i could do it, personally).
i mean, you live with someone, evolve with someone gradually,
exchange vows with someone, building castles, making wars..
sometimes you do it several times. four times, actually. night?
while all the time you wanted to be with that person.
being friends, lovers, best friends, lovers again, working together,
shooting stuff, sharing pills, drinking from the same bottle et cetera.
it is not if he was not there all the time, because he was.
why it is taking six years to realize that all other things are faded?
distorted, so much fucked up and probably had no meaning at all.
experience got us to the point, where no matter how they tossed the dise.
it has to be. we have to be.
he taught me everything, how to be the one, who i am.
how to adjust, break, bring down and taste all the revenge.
how inevitable is the fact when you are mess with one girl,
you mess with the whole cartel. when it is so frustraitng to live.
and where one left hand covered with tattooes is more beautiful
than the whole world left silent.
how to laugh and to live again.
but it's you I take 'cause your the truth not I.
i will not ever need another king, love.
i remember when we first met. i was twenty.
your leather jacket, old tattoo and mouth full of lies.
twenty years to know, who will wear the hat.
because i am happy like probably i have never been.
i am twenty six. and i have all the souls hell benched.
nothing could bring us down. way longer, then forever.
indeed it is.