sometimes i wake up in the morning and think.
finally it seems as if i am leading a normal life.
and then,

rev it up, girl.
...
why should i keep counting on your number plates?
i remember them all already.

honestly, i do not know where we are going.
i wish i could not feel what i am feeling simlply cos
it crazed me to the unlimited point of tearing apart.
but i love you, and you do know that i fucking do.
still i continue doing what i am doing, hurting you.

probably it is only half on purpose, love.
my, how much i wish i already ended up.
somehow, heavenly. hellish. whatever. but.
with you.

the problem is no matter whether i hate you or love you,
my eternal craving for you stays constantly the same.
i dunno whether that is the thing, they've called destiny.
or we just amazingly stick to each other no matter what.

do it, carve your name into my arm.