600. Blue

Love is just a lie, made to make you blue. Alone in India. Thinking of my girlfriend, back home. How to fight loneliness; look in the wall, and pretend you're not there. Look in the mirror, and pretend that's not you; beeing so sad is just a part of the GAME! That fucking game - I'm a pawn in the GAME - a brick in the wall. Reminds me of the basketplayer who says EVERYBODY LOOKS AT ME. Reading Rimbaud late at night; can't tear the words from my skin. Fuck poetry. It's too real. Fuck me. Fuck me. Can't fall alseep. Beeing so sad, beeing so sad, that's not me. A strangers play, I have to wear all those silly dresses, that�s not me; humbling in front of the audience just to say: i'm not here, but in fact, I don't know; who am I. WHO AM I? Tell me, tell me.
Can't close my eyes to think of you.
Can't close my eyes anymore.