I would see the pain in its eyes. Feeling all my fears. Touching the smell of endless unhappiness in the deep of my fuckin'broken heart.
Right your way, and don't cry for that eternal creativity there's in your soul
Shout to your senses, following your nervous system, against the brain!
My poor imagination. Carry the buggage on, I'm sure, they'll understand what a fucked life-choice you've taken in the corner of your dark prison, only here you found your really home. Alone. As forever.
Better than a cold beer. More confidential than you're boyfriend's smile. I'm sure. We'll crash against this savage world. And, at the end, maybe, I'll try to love it!