Hurt

I’m jealous you can sleep this night well.

You can’t even imagine what means having a nightmare

When you’re fucking awake.

What do you have for a say?

Nothing. It doesn’t even surprise me —

You never took seriously me saying "we".

Are you asleep?

I'm taking a pill

To climb through a hill

Of terribly cold eyes...

You don't remember.

It doesn't even surprise me —

Tell me, why am I sobbing still?

Good night, my soul,

I'll go through the storm

Instead of you.

Remember, one day you'll stay at the queue.