Problems

It's like corresponding with a ghost: short phrases, like breaths between sobs, and the heavy “I have problems” repeated like a mantra. There is no familiar romantic pose here; on the contrary, love is shown as a broken mechanism that is still restarted, even knowing that it cuts deep.

The music rolls hollowly, like an echo in an empty room, where every sound resonates with pain. And despite all the gloom, there is a strange beauty in these lines - the honesty of a person who admits: yes, it's broken, yes, it's bitter, but the experience still seems valuable, and the feelings are real.