Sorrow. Deep sorrow. Inevitable depression. Silly. And funny. And nothing I can change. Waiting. Killing waiting. Why should I care? Strangely And awfully Be ignorance of fact.
We will dance On a fragments of broken chance And nobody will laugh at us (In the jaws of spiritual death) You will cry, I hope, it is your turn now But I still waiting For the sun to shine
Sorrow. Deep sorrow. And nothing can be right. Silly. And boring Our outlook on life.
If happiness Falls upon our heads, We will go crazy And cut our veins. It makes me sad That it’s the end It’s all over. It’s an irony of fate.