torrini, emiliana
you're like me
we're both alone
what's the problem
i don't know
with the same high
the same eyes
but you can't borrow my clothes all the time
bad things
dead things
sad things have to happen
sometimes
i let the snow
melt in my mouth
until my head hurts
until i'm out
makes me laugh a bit
makes me cry
same way you confuse me all the time
sooometimes