still loving you

I feel nothing but nothing.
And even if the title is confusing, I don't want to change it. It's Scorpions. If I make any mistakes, please forgive me. I'm too empty to try to spell right.
I blame it on the blood.
I would blame it on the tears, but I can't actually cry, so that goes out of discussion.
I don't know either why I write in English instead of  French or ol' Romanian. I just don't know. And I don't want to know. I could act like I care, or it's unimportant, but you never know.

I don't want to make sense, I don't want to dace under the moonlight. I want nothing.

I'm too lost inside my head.