o scarpia, avanti a dio
alright god, you win and i lose.
i'm not sure why i did it. i tried to tell the doctors that i wasn't sure but i don't think they bought it. right now, life is going on like some sort of dream and i'm not alive. people pass me by like phantasms and the world is malfunctioning as long as i'm in it. this isn't real, this isn't real, this isn't real.
i have to sing tonight. i don't want to sing tonight. he's cold, i'm cold, the world is cold. heaven has froze over and so has hell, so what is left?
lately i can do scarcely anything but think. could we stop going through our days as if i were dead? it's november now. stop everything.