Confessions of Mr. Modest

I'm the good guy

uhm-ok:

I’m not a person of my words anymore.
I exist inside the dream that was started by a child that now lives inside of me.
I can’t play anymore I’m falling off the edge,
I’m fighting every urge I’ve ever had to strike it down and leave it dead.

If I didn’t go to hell, I would have suicided a long time ago.

If I didn’t go to hell, I would have suicided a long time ago.