Three, four, five, six
Episodes in a row.
Me, more, ice, chips,
Can't do this anymore.

I check my phone - no messages
I moan and groan - bad premises
I'm all alone - mood perished

Carried by a small stream to the vast sea of apathy,
And i can't swim

Makes you say something you don't want to,

To the people you love the most

You we're my sunshine
But then I remembered that the sun doesn't just shine for one person.

Fix the mistakes