And this is not where it ends, there is more.
This life is mine to suffer, this is mine, this way alone.
I don't know what my old soul has to learn from it.
I don't know what my old soul did.
I have nowhere to go
No one to go with.
The days seemed darker.
The night drags longer.
I miss you, like the empty bottles missing its own content I miss you, like the bakery who runs out of bread at night I miss you, like the clown who goes home at night alone I miss you, like…