3 acessos
You call it humour but I call it frustration
Your jokes get so shitty the more you get drunk
I look into your eyes all I see is resignation.
You pretend you are so strong
although you don't have the faintest idea where you belong
Bring back your illusions to leave this dead end street.
Maybe you hide it behind the facade that covers your wek damaged soul
Maybe you are just a lifeless, apathetic, numb machine.
I don't know what broke you
What made you surrender
Your totally fucked up
You've seen it all