we left memories here to die,
but i still remember the night
you told me about your mother,
about your birthday last year,
about the day your dog died.
the violence had already started
when you opened your mouth.
every wound was just as fresh
as the day i died.
but youâ
you were so human to me
in those moments you acted as a nuisance.
and maybe your mom was right,
because you havenât done anyt...