Stranded at a corner, possibly drunk
Today is one of those days when I exchange
My thoughts for build-up hatred
Now I only want to hurt myself
But I don't know what to do that you have not already done to me

I am not free when I want to hate since they restrain me
I am not free when I want to love, I am the one who stops myself
It's paradoxical that the shoulder you want to cry on
Belongs to the same being that caused it to you

Nobody is perfect, maybe that's what I don't understand
Nobody is perfect, maybe that's what I cannot see
And the thing is that it's very difficult to come to terms with a mistake
From someone you love, from someone you give your heart to

But if I cannot be in a world of human beings
I need to resign myself to what I have beside me
And sometimes I will break down and I will be depressed
And I will be in a place, doing something I don't know ...

Stranded at a corner...

I would like to have no qualms about being with Ms.Loneliness
As she's the only one I can trust
But I cannot put up with her non-life style
Therefore it's my heart who keeps her company
Stranded at a corner, with the death at every corner...
And God possibly does not exist