I am sitting in the rain Crying for the 1048th time Tears have lost their meaning Now I cry and he doesn't see tears Just water I want the tears to roll of my cheeks But they don't They are stuck somewhere between the eyes and the chin That's where they dry up
Meanwhile the anxiety stays with me I can't throw it away It stays with me Expresses itself for a while Then goes back inside With new parasites of depression attached to it They feed themselves with anxiety They get stronger and stronger ...