Days are passing by,
seven season's changed.
I go though my old routines and rituals every day:
I wake up early, take a shower, do my hair.
Cofee, breakfast and 6 hours in my office chair.
I hang out with my friends,
watching movies with happy endings.
But nothings seems to satsisfy me anymore.
It's not the same.
Strawberry taste such a waste.
Those useless things,
like sunsettings,
why don't they go away?
It's not the same.
A stranger's gaze leaves me crying.
Expensive lace
on ivory skin.
Don't know where to begin
without you!
There's no healing,
solar energy's so low,
love has lost its meaning
fairness more than so.
I must be the fool of the century.
I hope you can see the humour, 'cause it's hard for me.
life ain't supposed to be an unhappy journey!
