Do you know this days?
This hours of emptiness?
When your thoughts are wandering restless?
Like they would search for something?
Something worth?
Do you know this days?
This hours of apathie?
No, no, it's not agony
just her little sister,
that plays in my mind
Do you know this days?
This hours of hoplessness?
always accompanied by tiredness
even all could be fine
I'm not okay
Do you know this days?
When you get overwhelmed by everyting?
And can't be cheered up by anything?
Escaping from all demanding
Longing for silence.
Only silence.