13 July 2003
Today is thirteenth of the month and it is Sunday,
And it is already eleven in this crazy cold night.
I don’t know where you are at this moment
And this loneliness makes me end my life.
Forty-two minutes have already passed on eleven
And the lights that shine are becoming pale.
I don’t know if I will still see tomorrow
And this loneliness is badly tearing my heart.
Ten more seconds to touch another new day
And my eyes are slowly close in a dawdling motion.
I don’t know where I can put all these pain
And this loneliness will not end unless you’re home.
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