Blame the onion

Why why why ... it comes again? Everything was just perfect.

Blame the ancient notebooks, the old songs.

Everything was just perfect ...

... maybe not that perfect, but quite good.

Blame that people ... those who make you speak in another language and create the pressure behind your eyes - not the onion's fault (neither C.Girl's fault ... Jb's fault ...definately not the weird girl's fault)

Just want to come back again to the white sheets and the sweet smell