В колонках играет - Nothing.
Настроение сейчас - Bored.

Wounds.
These wounds.
They'll eventually heal.
They maybe painful.
Even if you pick at 'em.
They'll eventually heal.
They maybe scars.
They maybe around.
But they'll eventually heal.
These wounds.
Wounds.

I know. I know. But I just wanted to write a poem. Sorry! ;.;