Texty: Zeromancer. Eurotrash. Germany.

:
Some days are just a copy
Of a day you had before
You flash yourself thinking
You can't take it anymore
Never feels more alone
When you're in a crowded room
And bang your head to a wall
You feel nothing at all

Just want to feel the same
Some things will never change

Always knew you'd be a star
Now I know that's what you are
And we cry
To a new beginning
We deny
A new beginning

So let me introduce to you
This favourite play of mine
A comedy called