I don't love anyone anymore - fact! Even myself, for what? Like an empty store, It's getting bigger even more Empty space, ugly faces Am I trying to escape? Invisible myself I don't even got no rhyme, words, why? I am stuck inside myself Just like those clouds in the sky There is no cause, it's all because I feel like fucken die That fucken alcohol and drugs It got me all Despite the job from day to day I feel so good, but I am not I never understood, If it's a start of where I end, but Why I feel so fucken bad? Why I feel so fucken bad?

What is the point now, [shit...] To make around people wow!, It makes no sense Like bullshit, I am out!