I won't feel sorry for myself anymore.
I'll bring my body to the grave,
Distraught.
No matter how bad it was,
No matter how much anger there is,
Fuck it.
On herself.
On your peace of mind.
I, the old self buried,
Maybe I'll be a little more interesting.
I will stop giving myself indulgences,
I'll stop wasting time,
And, no matter how hard it was,
I won't give up.
This is my need, in particular:
Become stronger.
Feel attractive.
Feel happy, joyful and confident;
in tomorrow.