Magic Crayon
Going Away
I push through the venetian
It was a real morning
My life is falling to my feet
The milk, the phone operator,
the air conditioning, the old chair...
They were not my conniver anymore
Too much noise
for simply nothing
No one can see me
Not even a single blood drop
No one can see me
(not even myself)
My life is always going away
From Letras Mania