Everything got me thinking 'bout everything.
I don't know what was i thinking. I haven't been myself sometimes and it's because i'm loosing myself bit by bit each day. Like a hole in a pocket, the coins drop out. I was a master of complacent, i guess i was better then viola & cesario. But i finally realise i know nothing of what happend. It's like i was dead and then alive again, my memory erases everything of events that happend back then. I guess that's good, isit?