How in hell I won't give up, if the only thing that I'm seein' is givin' up
What's the point of livin', if all I'm thinking bout is misery
Or how to blow off
I'm tired of fightin
Tired of the same stupid mistakes that males me lose my temper
And the ruin everythin that comes from nothing
How can I make things right, if wrong is what I feel
When every sentence's turns to a knife
And we all throw it away, in the air
And hurts everyone around us, inside us.
But I feel that this is my way. the only one.
When I'm runnin around, in circles,
And wonderin' why.
Why's this life hovering without the passion –
I want to have.
Why my family's fightin more than smiling
Why in hell I'm cryin, tears of nothin.
This frustration is bigger than life
The madness and sadness becomes my best friends,
And joy's the enemy
Happiness cannot enter the room, cuz it's nothing that I'm used to have
A stranger. A strange thing
And I don't like strangers; I don't fuck around with strangers
Whatever is stranger stays strange.
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