Once again I did not sleep all night
Wrote my sad songs
For people who deserve these lines
Now I feel pretty broken
Because of my outspoken
For the reason of which I don't know
Maybe I'm unhappy though?
I have no right to ask you for help
But I always take this obsessive step
Again I pack and run from reality
Yes, I know it sounds like a banality
I'm a very pathetic type
Constantly hesitant and unkind
Too many pathetic in my lyrics
It's just exactly my basics
In my stinky room I write music
To feel something new
Something new and different from routine days
But my thoughts are the same and I just play fucking games
How many people feel this disgusting
Passage through the life of which they trusted
How many people want to escape
From their own decisions that they once made?
How many people want to be me
Worthless shit and selfish eternity
How many people can explain
Why I'm so sad and without fucking brain
