Not being able to sleep and not eating are just basics.
Sleeping but waking up is torture.
Because you don't know how to separate from someone you loved.
You can't tell anyone else. And so, you cry all by yourself.
We're over. We're finished.
But only memories of good times and love pop up.
The more and more you try to erase them, longer the days get.
So, it's like you're breaking up with them 24/365.
But the worse thing is that I don't think they're even thinking about me.
I am doing this all by myself.
That you had already forgotten all about me.
You really wish you were dead but you don't have the courage,
all because you're afraid you'll never see them again.

It's like that. When you break up.

Prepametni, da bi verjeli v Boga.
Prešibki, da bi verjeli vase.

Kaj pa, če samo igram človeka?
Kdo je nor?
Ona je nora?
Kaj pa...
Kaj pa, če smo mi vsi nori?

You know, you were like those colored m&m candies.
Red, green and yellow.
But inside you were like the others - plain chocolate.
They said I shouldn't judge book by its covers,
but the fact was I was amazed by your rainbow.

And from now on the only m&m's I eat are those colored brown.
And they taste as good as you once did.

That was the last thing I ever did.
The last one.

I didn't like what you did.
I don't know if you did it on purpose or not but you could realise that i'm not very fond of mentioning that name. It's not like i hate it but it doesn't do well for me you know? It makes me realise that maybe i'm still not okay. So could you please be a little bit more careful if you call yourself a friend of mine? And if i don't ask for details you don't have to explain it to me.
Thank you very much.


And to you, if that's the best you can do to make me suffer, well, try a bit harder. I've got a tough skin now. And i'm done playing immature child now.

Falling for someone after such a long time.
I kinda forgot what it feels like,
when someone's smile can make your day.

And everytime you're around me i feel like losing ground.
And everytime you talk to me i feel like losing myself.

And your smile. Well. I keeps me going.

In ja, poznam to.
Ampak mi je vseeno.
Apatično, patetično, socialno.

Ne gre se za to, da nimam ponosa.
Imam ga, vendar je tvoj previsoko, da bi opazil mojega.
Daj. Spusti se počasi na tla, saj veš kaj pravijo:

''Kdor visoko leta, nizko pade.''