It got tough
All of that, nothing of this
Just my old addiction to dream remained
Jumping from abyss to abyss
Part of the job
Paying to watch the invisible and then see
That's too bad
But you're not worth a thing
You don't even worth a sting of this pain
You don't fit like a rhyme in a poem
Cause you're too small
But you go and come and poison me
And sentence me to the grudge
Suddenly I lose my politeness
And I look like an oaf
Repeating, repeating, repeating
Like in a scratched disc
The old recurrent speach
Of the unloved lovers
Of the unlived loves
And the horror of being left behind
Nudging, remembering, reopening
The same old wound
And not to get in a relapse
That I don't allow me to forget
That's too bad
But you don't worth a thing