Sore-Throat Syndrome Testo

And all the way home, I could see your breath though we looked dead.
'I'm so far from here...'
We laughed.
'Our time is running thin.'
But I always knew how the end would end.
I never said I'd stay to the end.
Fuck you, fuck all of you.
You'll never know what I wanted to say.
Those words are as dead as the air I breathe.
Life is just a big second guess, a broken staircase of mistook steps...
You can trust me, it's not okay...