I was about to fall in love with you
The other day, it looked like good old Tuesday.
I lost the chance. But who could simply use it?
And now I think it was a short preview.
Pub-crawling night by morning deadly drunk
Forgets to pay the sleepless debts of sorrows.
It never really does. It only borrows
And disappears into abnormal funk.
Chaotic rhythms of everyday regrets
Will hardly ever let you stay alone.
To be a woman means to be a bone…
The life is painful, colorless and wet.
