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Why did this feeling crashed into my soul?
Why did it break my peace and my routine?
Why do I feel so empty and so raw?
And why is there no joy without some spleen?
Why do I longingly look at the starry skies
and try to guess my future from the twinkling?
I brought complete destruction on my past
and burnt my bridges without thinking.
Why do I keep on glaring with disdain
at everyone you talk to, spend your time with?
Why must their very presence bring me pain?
You're not the last man, I'm not on a desert island.
Why should I waste my time on anxious thoughts?
Why should I hate your girlfriends with no reason?
Can't stop imagining your smiles (until it hurts)...
We're strangers – I don't want to see that.