I wanted to make up, we could be good friends, but you never let me get drunk and the places to go close sooner or later. Because of you, my friends have a band that doesn't want to play anymore, people are sick, they run away from you and they're just as sick. Why do you have to make yourself hate? He wants to show me what he can do, he just shows me how badly he knows how to be, and always eternal freshmen celebrate the mourning of a new degree.