Myslovitz - Man Of Gla** lyrics

Though the night's still glowing round Yet I know the day is bad Pop stars in a paper bread And again I find my face All neglected, out of place In my hair there is some spray Now it's warm, I've lit the stove Burned my poems, feel so small My diploma's on the wall In the long jump - third place won There is no more use of me So I'd better go to sleep Don't look at my photos, please! There's nothing in my heart No value any more The redness of my blood Is just a kind of joke And I want to forget As often as I can There's nothing in my heart No value any more And you should guard my dreams Come any time you like Those moments of my days You'll hold within your hand So do not cheer me up I'll stand here all alone There's nothing in my heart No value any more