Life is not like Gloomy Sunday, with a second ending when the people are disturbed.
I could have guessed it all along, cuz now some drama queen is gonna write a song for me
I myself am not afraid of ghosts; I am afraid of people.
I only sleep with people I love, which is why I have insomnia.
Why can I never go back to bed? Who's is the voice ringing in my head? Where is the sense in these desperate dreams? Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?
I still own my heart, which I know because it hurts so much.