three years, only three years and she "made a sad man happy"

yesterday i was not me,
you were not you.
yesterday was not yesterday,
was not monday.

yesterday i didn't know you,
you didn't know me.
yesterday i was waiting for something like you,
today i'm still on it.

yesterday i had loved you,
also today.

i know, i know... that's ok.
i'm still alive... but, where the hell are you?
do you need love or something?
i could kill you with my flowers machinegun... that's what i call love, real love.

sincerely,
monday, a so called day monday... flowers, bykes,
love and rare words i said, was my lastname...

john long for yesterday, yesterday longs for john