Even if I'd try to kill,
these feelings, maybe with a poison pill,
there'd still be this sentiment,
below my cracking firmament.
Honstely, I'd like to smoke some weed
but it's really not that cheap.
so I rather drink champagne
though it won't ease the pain..
3rd full day of booze,
still so heavily confused...
7th full day of not being able to
eat while thinkin'.. thinkin' of you.
Will there be a salvation,
tell me, an end of this domination?
Palpably, one single glance
would give us the imploring chance..
Not really "impressing" (and not even finished), yeah, but gotta write this down.. it's at least from my really heart..