The sound of dripping rain beating a frail window, enhancing the tick-tocking noise in my head.
Against the shivering gla**, I cannot hear my own sobbing anymore.
That way, maybe I can learn to forget and forgive myself?
I'm not interesting, I'm interested (- Boris Vian)
The comforting perfume of urine mixed with mediocrity,
It's a matter of appreciating what you truly know.
It's a cynical point of view from a back alley to a crowded main street in broad daylight.
I could've been saved you know... a pretty girl who just pa**ed by, smiled at me.
Only to realise that she was actually smiling at somebody else she knew right aside me.
I'm not good at being noticed.
There's not a chance in the world that I could possibly erase all the oily fingerprints
I've left on everything I've done that I'm not too proud of.
Yet I still think that all this crying, arguing and fighting, was good for nothing if in the end
I didn't k** her...