I wish I knew what to say to myself
I wish I could go to sleep and throw my name outside the window
draw a prison out of my silly desires
lock my heart inside.
there's no point to explain
why do people talk afterall?
words are just some foolish clothes
which I don't want to wear anymore.
I walk along the river
follow the path towards some butterflies' souls
the wind is touching and kissing and hugging my legs
you have now become a terrible headache
'waiter, a bottle of wine'
I guess I'll paint my reason tonight
I need no help
just promise you'll drop by tomorrow
and bring some aspirin.