l'étranger

in truth I live on the edge of despair.
this sounds overdramatic, but really it is where I have always lived.

it isnt to say that I do not know joy.

just not often.

but feeling despair is better than feeling nothing at all:
it tells me I am still alive . . . . .

sort of.

but in truth my alienation is near complete.

it is only you who sustain me, and perhaps it was ever thus,
although I didnt know it. . . . . .
and I still forget.

without you I am l'étranger. 

music helps