Good times, bad times
Pain will come and pain will go
If I care for nothing
Sun don't shine

And if by chance we both forget
The passage of space and time between
Pick up the pieces cold and wet
And drive them before the light to clean

Good times, bad times
Pain will come and pain will go
If I care for nothing
Sun don't shine and the grass don't grow
Bloodletting go

<333.

I was about to turn this into a total banal and trite post when I realised I had art homework left with so many other things on my agenda too.

I mean, how apt would my clicheness be right before my 2nd u14s competition?