"You have a sad look"
I told my mirror
I don't have the look
I don't have a look
I do not have any
However
I rest my head on my pillow
And sadness crushes me.
It's as cold as it is lonely
I would fall into his arms
Show me affection
It doesn't matter anymore if it's not you
It's desperation
The loneliness that knocks on my door.
