Let's put on the shell of apathy.

It's like my brain doesn't realize, that you took the fork without me.
This morning i woke up and just thought i had a bad dream.

I want to sit in the bus, staring lethargic out of the window. Forever.
I wish you'll call me. Telling me, you won't live without me.

And while I'm waiting, my scarred heart is bleeding.

But life is like that poem of Hesse...everytime something is ending, something new starts.

And i'm thinking at movies, where they have happy endings
and never show the things which are happening afterwards.

Maybe the next happy ending is just waiting?