Im not mad. Im just tired and it makes me sad. At least it makes me something different. I hate this place and all these guys. And their fancy clothes.
I turn the music up, I got my records on. I shut the world outside until the lights come on. Maybe the streets alight, maybe the trees are gone. I feel my heart start beating to my favorite song.
Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling. Do you feel my heart beating. Do you understand. Do you feel the same. Am I only dreaming. Is this burning an eternal flame.