Always the same shit

There are things I still can't do because they remind me of you. And it hurts. It physically hurts. I still can't listen to a lot of music. I can't listen to Dogs D'Amour. I thought the pain was over but I was wrong. But as my friend Ines says, it always takes more time than you thought it would.

I need to cry. But I can't. It's always the same shit.