The rain falls, the cold freezes the bones, and I doubt you consume ... I?.
I can not breathe ...
help but think that sometimes I have strange feeling, a sixth sense.
I go walking up and down the corridors wondering how it is possible. There
people in this world that I do not hide anything?
Cursed be my curiosity ... as is the ability to scratch a new CD only with his eyes.
I enter a state of paranoia as well, thousands of stories that intertwine with each other ...
not stop thinking that maybe it's all fake ... I do not accept ... can not.
Everything in this world has a logical explanation, but I is not given an explanation.
And so I do not live.
consumed for a doubt, the worst of jealousy.
Falling asleep in the hope not to think and dream about your faceless enemy.
wondering once again whether it is worth fighting again ...
And your soul falls slightly ... again, in the void of uncertainty.
