One day, waiting in my room
for a miracle to let myself down
for a dream to tear myself open wide
for a fantasy to break myself into pieces
for a person, just like you
Garam Masala, poisonous toxic food
now it got into my wounds
Alcoholic drink, roughing my throat
now I'm feeling kinda doomed
'cause it's just another...
-Milla (Ou, miksi kaikilla on kevätmasennus+tunne-ongelmia?)