i miss the days spent without questioning myself, i can't go back to them, until i repent for all the sinful wishes meant to keep you by my side, that i sent to heavens
and yet again, i ask: how are you? are you still true to the holy task you took upon yourself?
you don't answer you don't need to the answer is obvious but i am just a fool who wants to hear your voice i am a child still longing for her toys
do you even see me as i am? or am i just another bother another rock on your holy road or, maybe, just an ugly toad? or am i giving myself too much importance as far as i know, i could just be an invisible annoyance
and again – try ten: how are you? how do you do? i say as i fall in love more charmed by your commitment to your goal