I whish that I could tell you everything's ok tell you stories make you'd be proud of me tell you that I've really made it and that I'm a lucky man but somehow luck didn't like me and refused it's helping hand
I'm so tired of going on
I could sleep a thausand years, or more
I've to find a silent place
Where nobody can find me
I would like to leave the show I'm in
All that stories and that unhuman sh**
Seems that everyone around me's just looking for succes yes I know, I don't belong here I'll avoid this horror-emptiness
I'm so tired of going on
I should sleep a thausand years, or more have to find a secret place where nobody can find me
And everyone try to help me
And everyone tell me stories
And everyone tell me he's better than
The one've told me before him!
I'm so tired of going on....