You've been acting awful tough lately
Smoking a lot of cigarettes lately
But inside, you're just a little baby
It's okay to say you've got a weak spot
You don't always have to be on top
Better to be hated than love, love, loved for what you're not
You're vulnerable, you're vulnerable
You are not a robot
You' re loveable, so loveable
But you're just troubled
Guess what? I'm not a robot, a robot
Guess what? I'm not a robot, a robot
“I wish there were a rulebook for intimacy. Some kind of guide to tell you when you've crossed the line. It would be nice if you could see it coming, and I don't know how you fit it on a map. You take it where you can get it, and keep it as long as you can. And as for rules, maybe there are none. Maybe the rules of intimacy are something you have to define for yourself.”
Gaur horrela. Egun beltza. Oso. Arnasa hartzeak min ematen nauelako, eta beste zauri batzuk ere. Eta euria ari du. Eta...azterketa...eta...ejem. Beno, bihar arte.
(English) Today like this. Black day. It hurts me to breathe, and others deeper wounds. And it's rainning. And...the test...and...ehem...C u tomorrow.