see you next week. I prefer to be quiet when I think of you, and to go out to the door so that I can I prefer the dark, because the days are slow, but the cold, the darkness, they all chase me My love, where did you go, and you left me With my eyes closed, to look at the void My love, where did you go, and I'm like lost A forgotten suitcase, alone at the station I prefer to laugh, so that I don't go crazy I prefer to drown myself, even if it's not right I prefer the truth, so that you won't come back Even if my breasts hurt, like a thorn that hurts My love, where did you go, and you left me With my eyes closed, to look at the void My love, where did you go, and I'm like lost A forgotten suitcase, alone at the station My love, where did you go, and you left me With my eyes closed, to look at the void My love, where did you go, and I'm like lost A forgotten suitcase, alone at the station