Useless (Without You)

You turn on all the lights, as if the brightness of the bulbs could replace a person. You sleep in your clothes, put on a concert with your guitar and keyboard, and then throw the piano on the floor because anger is stronger than common sense.

And all this for one simple fact: without him, even the most familiar things become absurd.

The world becomes colourless, the street seems unfamiliar, and any attempt to ‘move on’ resembles an awkward dance on a wet floor. So it turns out that you seem to be living, you seem to be trying, but inside, only an echo sounds: ‘it won't be any different.’