I don`t expect my love affairs to last for long, never fool myself that my dreams will come true. Being used to trouble I anticipate it... But all the same- I hate it. Wouldn`t you?
Ref.: So what happens now? (another suitcase in another hall) What happens now? (Take your pictures from another wall) Where am I going to? Where am I going to?
Time and time again I`ve said that I don`t care, that I`m immune to gloom, that I`m hard through and through. But everytime, it mattes, all my words desert me, so anyone can hurt me... and they do!
Ref.: So what happens now? (another suitcase in another hall) What happens now? (Take your pictures from another wall) Where am I going to? Where am I going to?
Call in three months time and I`ll be fine, I know. Well, maybe not that fine, but I`ll survive anyhow. I won`t recall the names and places of each sad occasion, but that`s no consolation here and now.
Ref.: So what happens now? (another suitcase in another hall) What happens now? (Take your pictures from another wall) Where am I going to? Where am I going to? (Don`t ask anymore!)