I didn't know it was this hard,
To question life,
Those lives that are wasted recklessly,
Do they get away without punishment?
Do I have an answer?
In those huge rooms that don't have a mirror,
I looked for myself on entirely naked walls,
The traces that I left, who are they for?
Do I have an answer?
No I don't, don't weigh me down,
My words are of no use,
Somehow or other, life takes its own way..
No I don't, don't weigh me down,
The ones who left, they do not return,
And one get used to absence of anything in time..
While I can't love myself,
Behind every stranger door that I knock on,
Didn't I look for myself?
Do I have an answer?
With my broken pencil lead,
In some edge of my picture of happiness,
Didn't I set a place for myself?
Do I have an answer?
No I don't, don't weigh me down,
My words are of no use,
Somehow or other, life takes its own way..
No I don't, don't weigh me down,
The ones who left, they do not return,
And one get used to absence of anything in time..