Every day it`s getting harder
Every night it feels more bruised and dead
I never wished of getting any higher
And never thought of hearing voices in my head
But when it happens,nobody will ask you
And when it bleeds,no one will stop a hole
You know, I have so many things to capture
That makes it even harder,than before
When nothing left to hope and to admire
I never was a thing they want to see
Cause all the pretty images they require
Are soft and sticky,just like plasticine
16.10.07