You know my friend that fucking life is shit, pure garbage.
Your dreams and hopes will fall by the wayside and your soul will be starving.
Any past time seems always better to me. Everyday my nostalgia increase.
But finally, you collapse and you realize that you cannot cling to it.

Time goes by for all of us in the same way and you feel like disappointed.
It's very likely your truth can be disguised and your senses can be confused again.
It depends on the strength of your attitude or the situation has taken you to this mood.
You should keep your mind crystal clear.

Hazy reality. Pretended memories.

Fucking asshole, you live trapped in your disease.
Wake up and live what you have to live.
Before your sad life begin to fall to pieces.
Reality is hard but less than your failed dreams.