And today I just don't want to exist. Just for today, for tonight. For some hours I'll pretend I'm not here.
Tomorrow can be the day I go back to work without meaning and the neverending sinking feeling of never finding that place in life where everything is ok. Or have we gotten too spoiled wanting it all?
I don't know and for tonight I'm not even here to think about it.
My family members are crying every day. I don't have time cause I have to worry about doing an uncompatible job good. So this day is for you, body. This night is for every bone in my body, for every cell in my head. I don't exist for tonight.