Cook

You think you know death but you don't,

not untill you've seen it, really seen it.

It gets under your skin and lives inside you.

You also think you know life,

stand of the edge of things and watch it go by,

but you're not living it, not really, just a tourist, a ghost.

Then you see it, really see it, and it gets under your skin

and lives inside you and there's no escape.

There's nothing to be done and you know what?

It's good. It's a good thing and that's all I've got to say about it.

Silvester.
Bleigießen.

'Durchhalten' und 'Ruhe finden'.

Ich weiß nicht wie ein weiteres Jahr durchhalten,

beziehungsweise überstehen soll.

Ich glaube nicht dass ich emotional oder mental in der Lage dazu bin.

Und wie, verdammt, soll ich Ruhe finden,

wenn in mir ein riesiger Sturm wütet, der nicht abzuklingen scheint?