When you're upset, you always run,
To a train, tram, or taxi.
You don't value anything anymore
And you yell "mercy" as you run.
When you're worried you play with change,
Which is ringing in your pocket.
You will braid your maiden's hair again
And think about a new plan.
You often eat alone,
Restaurants, cafes, even on the street.
No one will honor you
And...
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