I'm not the saddest guy in the world,
but I'm not happy.
I can be smiling around, but I'm not happy inside.
I stare the stars every night.
I know their names, I know their shines.
I know where they are, but I can't touch them.
I never could.
Belt. Sit down. Wait. Silence.
Pain! Ah! Blood. Silence.
Ass. Heart. Wounded. Fuck off!
Changes. Water. Aaaahhhh!
Torn. Body and feelings. Blood.
Stand up. Mirror.
I see myself.
And I can touch myself (cause I'm not like the stars).
It's the only touch I've felt for so long.
I'm definitely not happy.