В колонках играет - Creedence - My Baby left me
Настроение сейчас - gloomy

My twisted life is misery and desperation
It makes no sense to struggle for relief.
Abused and bruised in each and every situation
I long to live but pain's what I receive

My twisted soul is shut and never to be opened
No human rights will ever I possess.
A broken heart is sliced and chopped and smashed too often
Just let me die and I will find my rest.