I wish i knew a way to wash all this things, to give them away among with the sun from last summer.

I wish i could forget all the things we've been trough and store them in a box. An iron and inviolable box. I just don't want to feel this anymore. In the day i'm almost forgetting, in the day i don't care anymore, i wake up and there's you. 

In your colorful pictures, with your colorful friends and skies. I just don't fit. I'm just to shapeless, to nothing to fit anywhere.