Still I think of you
Too lazy to talk, walk or think. Too lazy to get up, I’m so tired. My body is weak. My mind is sick. But then I think of you.
Music seems so far away, feels like I have no rhythm, no melody. It’s all gray and yellow, all ugly, all buried in monotony. It’s getting harder to not going under, but then I think of you.
I took my second best dream, the happiest, and made it turn sad.
Sometimes I wish I could give up of all the rest, just like I had to give up of my dream. But then I think of you.