Boris
Nothing Special
It sits here, the dark anxietyIt sits here, now it's waitingSomewhat flippant, somewhat damp, it's mid-dayQuite right, you can blame the night when you see itJust like meIt sits somewhere, it's sits somewhere farThe darkness now sitsThis is the endyou knowIt sits, the anxious darknessIt touches and it turns redSomewhat flippant usual day, and this is the end.
From Letras Mania