--------------------------------------- The unstable versed version: --------------------------------------- I shiver from cold, In darkness, the rain, The fever's still high, I'm fighting with pain. You wait for a sign That you'll never get. Though thoughts are just thoughts, You cannot forget. No hope, no tomorrow. Just books and a glass Half full and half empty... At least we have class. ------------------------------------ The stable versed version: ------------------------------------ I shiver from cold, In darkness, the rain, Fever prolonged, I'm fighting with pain. You wait for a sign That you'll never get. Though things don't align You cannot accept. Hope for tomorrow Are books and a glass To drown the sorrow. At least we have class.