Small Price for Nothing

when the sun inside your head…………………….
wake up three times in a day… 

with a head full of hate…. 

no normal soul flyin’ in each dream…

just an unknown feeling…. 

with a familiar face… damn…. 

i hate today… and all those kind of things….

i don’t know if i’m wrong…. 

but i’m sitting here with nothing….

no more time to think….
the door is opened…

but… there’s no space to get in…

it’s not about when… but it’s all about how….
there’s something inside……. and that thing is NOTHING…..

damn…