I sat and stared at the sky. I knew I'd find myself there again. I wonder how else to cope with the air. The air that brings me this luck. I'm unlucky...that's just me. Seems what used to be has changed.
I feel it coming again, I feel it coming with the wind. I feel it coming again, I feel it breaking with the waves.
And I know, I won't feel it again if I just played along. Stupid games are for stupid people And they end just like a song. A song with no beginning. A song that has no meaning. Just like this one...
Version imprimable
