The atmosphere is cozy but I'm lonely

Would carry me to the bathroom when I'm too sleepy to brush my teeth (he doesn't exist)

I fear the unexpected

Mean strangers and sleepless nights filled with unfixable regrets

Anyway there it is
The door
He's not standing there anymore
What a quiet night

happy moments doesn't last which makes life sad, sad moments won't last which makes life happy
Tonight, regardless of what I just said
I choose to be sad

A little fragile delicate sad clown

I'd like to know why you are all alone while I'm lost at sea
Maybe we'll be there when you want

I'm extending my hand
He's not taking it
He's not there

I'm taking my hand back
Wiping my tears with it
Shut those weary eyes

You know I couldn't hurt a fly, my friend, I'm not the type to step on ants

See I myself have been stepped on so many times

23. April. 2007
FAVOURITE WORST NIGHTMARE