i feel heavily depressed,
my room is like myself in a mess.
what if i took more medication?
what if happyness could be an implatation?
i take a walk outside…
i feel myself without pride…
there is a nice woman, sharing a smile.
what if she likes me?
what if i try to talk to her?
all this what-if-thinking took me a while.
she’s gone. i even did not recognize.
i feel cold thinking of her warmy eyes.
what if i had been more fast?
what if she liked me at last?
but she is gone, like the snow fears the sun.
but she was warm and i was the cold one.
funny, but i am alone again.
my mood driving me insane.
what if we had fallen in love?
what if we could fit like a hand in a glove?
i want to stop thinking but i can’t.
i feel depressed with nothing in my hand.
„walk home and strike yourself down“
my silly mind is talking to a sad clown.
don’t feel like living right now.
if i could just flee.
anyhow,
for luck i don’t own the key.
as more sad as i get,
thinking of the woman i didn’t met.
what if i search for her a while…
what if — that makes me smile
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