Sometimes, it comes to me.
This weird itch, small, yet a dark and very painful one.
It surrounds me, keeps me away from everyone.
Just a few words, or a picture, that stuck in your brain.
And just when you think it's gone, it's coming back again.
The image of her, and this other guy,
The words in her diary,
They all just can't make me cry.

And in my dreams, it all fades away
Better life are revealed, a better way.
In my dreams I can kiss her, whenever I want.
But then morning comes, and it all comes back to the same
suck route.
In my dreams I can kiss her, without being shy.
But then the morning comes, only then I can cry.


The itch is after you, now it will never go away.
It's with you until you die.
Close your eyes; and look away.