Who's next?

Stomachache is hitting me again after some time; must be nervous. Just need to talk to someone, instead and my friends are gone, and my boyfriend's gone and there's nothing else to do if not writing. I'm so calm and yet I cannot sleep.
Thinking - even though I play the fool. There's something that's not leaving me alone, there are people in my mind, and not only those I've just met; sorry for not givin' you hug, sorry for meeting strangers, sorry for taking chances at every corner, sorry for being a bit scared sometimes, sorry for not talking to you now even though you are here as well; I would, but I won't - don't ask me why. Big eyes ( which are not) and silence, I was scared man, fuckin' scared and I gotta admit it. What are you talking about? What are you here for? What the hell are you expecting from me? And: who are you?

"They don't know you - anyway..."

By the yellow sand

My fuckin' hell how I tried to let you go, but we're stuck on these streets, even though we're listenin' to different music.

"Somewhere in Texas I lost my man
And how many times do I have to lose you before I realize it's too late?
A tornado is truly coming my way it'll sweep the land I think I'll stay"