I've got the blues.
The sun is ignoring this parcel of land where the wind is blowing death through my bones! Mr Sandman brings me weird dreams of snowy mount Fuji and someone I like is enjoying himself up there, and bacterias are populating my sore throat.
As I said, I've got the blues.
My younger body is leaving me, making me weak and feeble.
My eyes are sleep deprived, brain unchallenged.
And I like blue.
