I know I tell you that everything is allright.
But my body scream and hurt me the whole night.
And the guy in the mirror looks just like me.
And the way he talks and the way he walks.
Maybe he is me...
I'm collecting memories from pictures in my head.
My thoughts are deadly weapons that I will never tell Leland.
How did it get like this? Slow and heavy.
Where is the sun that we used to travel in?
I need your comfort to not dissapear in an endless run towards nothing else than disspear.