[Sunglasses]
Sit on a bench.
Back away, blur.

I tilt my head, nod.
[Raise my head and look forward]
Two pairs of glasses,

it got cold.
I'll stick with these,
chase geese.

[Pay attention, they're back]
Hold my head, chase seagulls.
Curse the gloves!

I make a fist, it's cold here.
Pissed off!
Sudden move.

The necklace hurts.
I have to carry on, it's impossible.
I think I will be fine, no still hurts.

It makes me kneel.
[I'll just hide here, behind this]
I guess I'll just, sit down again.

Is my face still fine?
[I stand in front of a tree, hug wood]
I will not do this anymore.

Lets just end it.