inside the decay is at it's worst
and here
sunken into a leather chair
poor animal -- i feel sickened
with all lights focussed on me (stop looking at me, i don't have the answers to your questions)
don't really know what to say
when their surroundings come crashing down (which
everything does, today, yesterday or tomorrow!)
they have to point their fat fingers
their dirty fingers
on me and i get all the guilt
(yes, i was there, thus it's my fault)
but was it ever my duty
to make sure everything was put together?
(you never listen to me)
my tongue slides across my lips
try to catch words but fail
look down at my hands (chewed nails = sign of weak nerves)
why? i ask myself
i liked myself before
i understood myself then
(a tiny bit i still do)
nowadays i just see howiRUNstraighttowardsmyundoing
and here i sit
and look on
cheering on a little bit, an extra push so it will be quicker
everyone else looks at me
perhaps they wonder what's going on inside my head
perhaps they don't care at all
and just want to return to the way it was
but what was is gone now
and it's too late now
(back.)