Hurts..when your heart is hurt, you hear the music in the air. Im tired of complaining about regrets... and am tired of complaining anymore.. I will get over with it.. Does it hurt? It doesn't matter...'cause you are already dead.. I will get over with it.. No hopes, no light, no future and no time. no love.. not a thing around me.. Nothing above, nothing below, Just me. Standing fucking lone.