sitting by the river

write a song, make a decent demo out of it, store it in a drawer with the rest of your secrets, forget about... and the song will come stronger and revengeful... it will chase after that person who wanted to smother you, who thought the world was created only for himself and now realises how wrong he was... none of his songs can cast a shadow over yours... and now he has to sing your words, and these words are needles in his eyes... so be it... corpses floating by...