My feet are wet
Standing here...

How do I tell you
in just a few words...

We were walking down the street.
All of us, together, in the evening...

Cry, cry, cry.
And don't forget to...

Sometimes, I wonder about the
things I think about...

Time, and time, and time again.
I stand here before my mirror...

I was alone in the house
the other day...

Sometimes at night,
in the semi darkness...

The kiss was wet.
And somehow painful...

I held a rose one day.
It's thorns pierced my skin...

I sit on my rock,
and warm myself in the sun...

I hear them talking
all these people around me...