I look at empty bus stations, hoping one day you'll appear, in the haze of Italy's ugly winter mornings.I immagine you looking at my soul with those eyes, those water filled, chestnut coloured eyes. I fell in love with them, I fell in love with you, but how do I tell you? We are in a generation where love is a trend, we're caged inside a judgemental society with narrow minds, we're in the age of random sex, parties and making ugly mistakes, I don't need sex nor parties, but will you be my ugly mistake? So ugly and painful yet so worth it, you're worth it, I wouldn't mind suffering with you by my side, because either way, I keep suffering.
