I’m confused about the needs and scarred about the goals
I hope this time my choice will not bring any loss
And even if I say I’m not doing it anymore
Every fucking time there is something going wrong
Illusion, solution or just confusion?
I’m the master of the pot so just take your conclusion
Bullshit, memories, useless theories
All is sounding old and I’m getting tired of everything
I stopped believing
Sick of dirty tricks and your double dealing
Calm down you're babbling
It seems your brain is fucked, stuck and lagging
Story of my life, me, myself and I
Pissed of with my brain
I can’t think straight
I would but I can’t, should be this the end
Story of a loser without the balls to pretend