i let you go over four million times.
sober or overly drunken on rhymes,
i became who i hated, then fell in love with who i am.
dear balloon, please do understand
that the weight on my shoulders is breaking me slowly.
you're my religion; i worship the holy.
when the world's ending; when killings begin,
you'll be forever present within
this heart of mine; read between the lines.
overly drunken on too many wines,
the names of which i can't recall, but i taste
still to this day every euro i've wasted.