Tired, tired of waking up every day Of spending the whole damn day sunk in the visoral inertia that consumes me Looking at celebrities... singers, manga, books Everything to fill this void a little, a little But then the night comes,the night where I am alone with my computer Crying quietly so no one hears me My cat looks at me with pity And I feel that I want the world to end here That everything ends once and for all, without the need to commit suicide, you know? I do not want that But what other solution is there? the days are more and more the same And I realize that nothing will change.