Losing the heart, the spirit or something

Fuck this night
I think we might
Agree on that

And fuck the night before
Thou you were not there

I like to walk
Really slow
On rainy days

And see all the fuckers
Pushing themselves
And running nowere

Me, I don't run
Never
Not because
I don't have a place to go
It's just...
That I do not run

I like to walk
Really slow
On rainy days

And think
To my insides

Fuck this night
And the night before