There are days, when the earth moves from under us and my head is spinning, Somehow... no, no, not that problem, Its something else, something to it. I still cant get used to it myself, my love for jealousy, i don't understand it, no. Don't you feel sorrow towards me? Don't you feel sorrow for my vices? for my little vices? Thats how it is, that everyone has their own small, deep, secret weakness...
The Sorrow.
The Sorrow.