I haven't blogged in a while and I can't think of anything to write, which is probably a good indication of just what's going on inside my head right now: A whole lot of nothing.
you look like a photograph of yourself
taken from far far away
i won't know what to do
i won't know what to say
Or maybe there's a lot going on in my head, and I'm keeping it all to myself for a change. You know, like I'm mysterious.
You do it to yourself, you do
And that's what really hurts
Is that you do it to yourself
Just you and no-one else
I think I remember once saying "I'm the least mysterious person I know!"