I feel like I’m standing on the road
Watching other people smile.
Their laughter, their music
Falls down like snow
And my feet get covered
By ashes of dreams,
And cries for hope.

So this is my life,
Lying on the couch
With two mojitos and a prostitute too.
Hoping someone will stab me in the chest.
Feel a little pain for a change.

I would dance,
If I only knew how to kill the spider on me,
Feeding off my cries.
I won’t come home tonight,
I’ll walk down the shore and jump in the ice.


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