adeus identidade

Muitas coisas para ser. Mas eu não consigo ser nenhuma delas.

"Frustrated and crying,
this is the worst night.
I'll offer up a prayer
to the sparkling, starry sky.
I just do it all slowly,
expecting something like a fool.
I just cackle,
unable to say anything.
Goodbye, identity.
If only I had realized a little sooner,
then I wouldn't remember anything about that beautiful yesterday.
It's so shocking that it's painful.
I wanted to be with you a little longer.
Those habits I hated, now I kinda love them."

(good)
(bye)