Even when I'm alone
I won't change, that's not my world
In front of me (ahead) is a road that I know
That I chose myself
Yes, always genious
Perfect I have to be
I have to want, cool and
thousands of rubbish and that's not me
You know, I like evenings
I like to hide for a while
And somehow unnaturally
A bit too long stay alone
Climb a tree and look at the sky
Just normally but
I know once again
I have no chances of being with whom I want
The night and during the night when I'm not asleep
I go out though I don't want to look at the
chemical world that smells with grey (as in color)
love on paper (???notreally...) , where you and I
and someone else, I don't know who
Would likt to, for a couple of years
too hungrily and too excessively
be alone for a while, I think I know him