because last week
i lost my hope and now i barely sleep.
is it the world that makes me weak?
or is there a demon living in me?
home, sweet home.
i thought i could find that
but i'm disappointed instead.
can someone erase it from my head?
the earth still turns
even if i'm left in ruins.
but the voice stays silent
maybe it's supposed to be my end.
it's just a sadness, a loneliness
flying around me like a mess.
i created it myself, i confess
but now there's no button to press.
everything used to be colourful
so why it's suddenly so dark blue?
how much will it take, have no clue,
to black and white overlay the blue?
i wanted to taste the bittersweet sour
of the depressed white alcohol
and it didn't take me even an hour
to get down and lay on the floor.
