Come ad ogni periodo da schifo che si rispetti la vena di scrivere è ben poca.
Giusto un testo dei Porcupine tree. Non è manco troppo espressivo della mia situazione attuale, forse ne parla solo per un miliardesimo, ma basta questo.
I don’t remember
Did something in my past create a hole?
Don’t use your gender
To drive a stake right through my soulI live to function
On my own is all I know
No friends to mention
No distraction, nowhere to goShallow, shallow
Give it to me, give it to me
Scissors cutting out your anger
Shallow, shallow
No good to me, not if you bleed
Bite your tongue, ignore the splinterThis city drains me
Well maybe it’s the smell of gasoline
The millions pain me
It’s easier to talk to my PCI live to function
On my own is all I know
No friends to mention
No distraction, nowhere to goShallow, shallow
Give it to me, give it to me
Scissors cutting out your anger
Shallow, shallow
No good to me, not if you bleed
Bite your tongue, ignore the splinterShallow, shallow
Give it to me, give it to me
Scissors cutting out your anger
Shallow, shallow
No good to me, not if you bleed
Bite your tongue, ignore the splinter
See you soon
