I crash down onto the cold tiled floor from this laundrette

I let my bloodstained clothes fall down 

because Desperado from Linda Ronstadt is sounding in this empty room

I’m all one, my face is painted with a frown ; so sad

The only thing I can’t do

Is remembering what I’m doing

why the hell I’m here?!

The only thing I can do is feeling upset

I feel so small and fragile

with my head curled up to my knees

I’m sitting against a busted washing machine

That’s going crazy 

Because it lost her routine

Just like my heart is trying to find rhythm without you


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