All I ever do in daylogs is whine about the same old girl...
...Long, dramatic pause...
As if today would be any different?
Late at night, I visit her webpage and see her photos.
In my head I sing this:
I found a picture of you
Those were the happiest days of my life
Like a break in the battle was your part
In the wretched life of a lonely heart
My e-mail remains unanswered, and not cared for. I sing:
So I look in your direction
But you pay me no attention
I know you don't listen to me
Because you say you see right through me
So you know how much I need you
But you never even see me with you
I get drunk. I get depressed. I put on Yellow by Coldplay. What I always considered to be our song.
And then how could anyone love me whose life is so typical and cliche that it can be summed up by a list of songs? I can't even just define my own life without such crutches. I guess I can't blame you for losing interest in that case.