I try to think that everything it's fine, but it's not. I'm tired. I need some sleep. I'm a little bit down. And when the days are cloudy, almost raining (like today), that's when I miss you the most. 'Cause sometimes I hate the place I work. Sometimes I demand too much of myself, I push the limits. Sometimes the people expects too much of me. In trouble, I'm the only one they can ask. And today I'm so tired.
In cloudy days... the humble anger, the coldest heart, the deep silence. That's when they all get together.
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