I must get used to it;
Yesterday, life has stopped for me
Like today everything is different
Like this house isn't mine
Like this breath is harmful for me
There's no such thing as "trying" to get used to it
I must get used to it
There's not such thing as not being upset
I must be upset
Is it possible to forget while you love
Does anyone jumps into the abyss consciously
Whatever I put into a place that you've left, nothing fills it
I'll leave your place empty, completely empty
