Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
Another day of loneliness. I'll run out and dream of someone to be there for me. Then - to work, meeting a lot of stupid couples on my way. Today I'll wear makeup that is hard to break - not sure if enough strength has left to keep tears inside.
People at university are holding each others' hands, telling who is going where and with whom. They're young and beautiful... That's why I hate them.
I wish I could fall asleep forever not to see all this happiness and not to feel pain...
People at university are holding each others' hands, telling who is going where and with whom. They're young and beautiful... That's why I hate them.
I wish I could fall asleep forever not to see all this happiness and not to feel pain...