I'm wasted, losing time
I'm a foolish, fragile spine
I want all that is not mine
I want him but we're not right
In the darkness I will meet my creators
And they will all agree, that I'm a suffocator
I should go now quietly
For my bones and found a place
To lie down and sleep.

I sometimes wish I'd stayed inside
My mother
Never to come out.


Creo que no hay ni palabras que escribir sobre mi día de hoy. Canciones que lo dicen todo.