But then I can't figure out if she's a boy or he's a girl. To love or not to love, that is the question. Daddy! I want her. But then I don't. Oh no, hold on my funny Valentine. She's not and you're not. Everyone's gone far away from here. Days and days pass you by, and it seems like you are going somewhere. But then, where? And who will catch me there? He loved me then loves me not. Go out with a friend of mine, dance with one of my friends, sleep with... ahah... Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. I already hate tomorrow. Feels like a third of January. Feels like "Hey, will you come to the funerals tomorrow?". But then you can't answer, and you're weeping, shedding tears. She cut her hair, what an idea!