This girl is like a shot of heroin…

I see here, I call her, and I’m so happy, I can feel she comes in my veins, then she leaves, and I feel good, beauty in my skull, and then, days later, my body starts to flip, I start to feel very bad, my body freaks out, like I can hear my heart groaning, like, gimme some again jesus!… jesus jesus, don’t let me live without that…!

Just a phone call makes my dose.

It’s strange, it’s like heroin (how I imagine it…), it’s very disturbing, the lack… She’s so strong and so beautiful… I really don’t weight so much next to her… problem of nature… I really don’t expect much with her… except to see her sometimes, as we’re friends, since the childhood, and as she likes me… and each time it makes me the best memories in my brain, that I can recall, and I just smile, cuz there’s beauty in here…

I often have this sentence in my head (life is hard) and then all the song comes…

Life is hard
And so am I
You'd better give me something
So I don't die
Novocaine for the soul
Before I sputter out

Life is good
And I feel great
Because mother says I was
A great mistake
Novocaine for the soul
You'd better give me something to fill the hole
Before I sputter out

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