As I smoked the day's first cigarette,
laughing at the past...

I'm afraid...
Afraid to open up...

Romance is for the weak,
"You can be my secret love, a secret we can...

I'm digging...
just digging...

I know I won't remember,
But these memories I'd like to keep...

I smoke,
I drink...

I am nothing,
Nothing but a silhouette...

In these ears, these bleeding ears,
I'll tell you what I hear...

Dreams are the things we wish were true,
They contradict what we say and do...

I love you so,
I love you not...

X=?
life=love...

Answer me this, is it wrong of me...
to dream of something that could never be...