Morning I wait for the evening to come
But it never comes
Morning I wait for desire to come
With a beautiful song
Morning I wait for my lover to come over
With a gorgeous dress of tenderness
Poor me I wish I could be what I'm not what I'm not
Ah...
Morning, I look how the others behave
And I hate myself
Another wasted day staring at the mirror naked
Maybe I could die suddenly frosted
No feelings I walk like a devil a hurricane
With a scary face bringing pain
Poor me I wish I could be what I'm not I'm not
Ah...
I'm sure there are loads like me
We could be a family
You want me to write more words to it
We know there is nothing more to be said