sometimes I wonder if I really exit in my life I’m just a spectator then I hurt myself but discreetly the psychiatrist told me it’s just one aspect of your life and when I hurt I feel like I’m living a little it’s dark when the lights come out we almost forget that we are sad they don’t see that I’m in the moon they don’t want me to slip away I need to be alone the lights of the city dribble on the stage you were the only one but your eyes are black the ink replace the sap I don’t need you I feel a drift these days we say the infinite universe it also said that it extends so where does it extend to I don’t have my feet on the ground I need space I’m afraid of your head and face I don’t have my feet on the ground













