50 hands on my back
fingers crawling up my neck...

I guess memories aren't always predators
I suppose some come and go...

I'm busy
No time to think...

Tears on my pillow
Tears on the floor...

I'm okay
I miss him...

Strange thing
to never be excited...

Hello, Goodbye
(I like your smile...

I...
or even meet at all...

I am going to turn around in a different direction
raise my head...

I am tired
no sleep cures my fatigue...

Sometimes I feel alone
I am in a block of ice...

Please shut the door
turn out the light...