Testo di Brain Unguent

As I sit with my legs crossed I get tied to the purpose And all of my brain unguent, slip-slips through my fingers I have tried all my patience Heavy hit with the verdict The part of me that fell in love, played it in the piano But you You only think about me when I am gone I think more of you when I need someone You only think about me when I am gone I think more of you when I need someone Bitter and cold this selfish reflection