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I'm used to my sadness as I'm used to a long cold It seems like yesterday that I got tired of asking "how long" I lost my smile in a place that cannot be found And I drink caffeine to disguise the lack of nicotine in my blood Listening to "medicine bottle" in my old subwoofer I try to figure out if I'm as old as these notes And when the voice comes in contact with the melody Perhaps the willingness to die doesn't cause me more doubts These rainy days are no good for lovers Seems that the secrets are stored and dumped by clouds And even if you're alone You'll feel that you lost your greatest moment I had a dark and funny friend And you were just like him, my sweet fiend But the love I have for happiness mixed with fear It was something you guys made me understand I'm used to a long cold as I'm used to my shyness My feelings are on the little lies And it's not in my face you will see my bright eyes Because i'm to shy, to shy, to shy |
A vicious little boy.