My Little Book

My little book:

I write my little book tonight. I like the part the story dies.

I’m laughing with the ones that always brought you down, all the time.

I’ve learned to walk this walls but I, don’t seem to get the streets names right

The corpses that we never went to bury down

They finally come and knock on my door tonight

Spinning down a wheel that never stops,

Saving it for a rainy day when it all goes down the drain

Crying down the rain you start to lie, and you can ask in so many ways

But you’ll never understand that you are not getting over it

You told me let’s play stab and hide, you somehow thought you had the right

The gohsts I never dared exorcise, are finally here so please get in the line

Spinning down a wheel that never stops,

Saving it for a rainy day when it all goes down the drain

Crying down the rain you start to lie, and you can ask in so many ways

But you’ll never understand that you are not getting over it

If you ask me how i´m feeling: I’m feeling so bored, I’m feeling so bored.