Back to the Kolakchal

Now here he is. Bitter like hell. More bitter than me.

Don't run it like this, man. It wasn't our type. Whatever she does it's hers, not us. Even if it is fucking damn cruel, doesn't matter. Even if she didn't honor single fucking shit of what she believed in already.

I'm who the fuck I was; pure like a spring, kind like the rain. If she is wrong I should not change. I'm gonna love somebody after, like the last time, somebody who deserves it.