You live next door to me, in the stale silence of this building. Sometimes we talk, but usually, it's just the quiet. I don't like you much, or anyone really, but sometimes... sometimes being alone is just too much.
You live next door to me, in the stale silence of this building. Sometimes we talk, but usually, it's just the quiet. I don't like you much, or anyone really, but sometimes... sometimes being alone is just too much.