Apparently, there's no radio in heaven.
I guess I still long for death
It's like the equivalent of pining after someone who doesn't want you anymore
They'll take everything from you but your heart
This fact, as i see it
makes me sadder than you know
To know that after all that travail
The fuss, holding it all in
For in the end, there's no pleasure?
Fuck.
In the end. You are born, and then dead to the world forever after













