You don't like me, well that's two of us.
What is my purpose? That's the question I've been asking myself and it hurts because I should already know but I don't know.
I make a living of writing down all my regrets. Try to give me feedback, I don't really need that.
Losing it all but I think that I'm ok.
Who got involved, I don't know but I'm insane.
Poof! Now I'm gone, wanna call me a No Name?
No Name - NF
