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

I'm okay
I miss him...

Tears on my pillow
Tears on the floor...

I'm busy
No time to think...

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

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

Please shut the door
turn out the light...

I am a mountain of pills
if one goes awry...

I am tired
no sleep cures my fatigue...

I feel happy
we're smiling...

Waltz
with me...

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