Slouching in the stiff armchair
Submerged in the darkness the light...

Dripping, draining, slowly out,
I do not cry, I do not shout...

Se if you know these tunes!
I'm alone for Christmas...

Who I really am, you ask? I'm sorry I can't say.
Once upon a time I knew, but she has passed away...

Roses are red,
And this rhyme is cliche...

I'm hanging, swinging upside-down,
From this pull-up bar...

I really want to write,
But I don't know what to say...

"Lie to me, Daniel."
"Huh?&quot...

They say I should be sad,
They ask why I'm not crying...

It all began with a tear from the sky,
Mirrorinmg the face of a mother...

Saturday shopping spree,
Mommy's missing money...

Line after line
They fall into place...