Here I am, sitting here with all the nerves I could found around the house to keep me going.
Listening to friendly sad old songs, which I used to fantasy with’em.
I’m waiting to get connected, but the fuckin’ account seems so cruel tonight.
I don’t wanna be alone tonight, not tonight…I can’t.
I gotta get myself connected even if there would be only the “Yahoo Helper” online!!
I gotta talk to someone…somebody who doesn’t know me at all
There are some drunken people in the hall; I hear them argue about the black magic.
I need some air, and so does Clarissa……….
I feel, I feel like taking a life..