Why are you looking at me with those empty eyes
And try to tell me that everything that I am doing is bad
That I should change
My life from nothing to something better...
Why do you want me like you can't have me?
Why do you show me the right path?
Why do you think I am loosing myself and you are saving me?
Why on the floor can't it be ash...?
Yes! I am sick of it, I am sick of it
I am sick of it, I am sick of it
Of me and you
Of you and we, of us, of us together
Why can't I shut up?
Why when I laugh is bad?
Why I should lie smiling?
Why should I learn to fight?
Why it's that one bad?
Why should I wear a suit?
Why is the road so hard?
Why should I shut up now?
Why should I shout louder?
Why not give up?
Why only I am mistaking?
Why I am the only one struggling?
Why I forgot to laugh?
Why am I the only one paying?
Why I am always scarred?
Why I am not a man?
Why I drink my envy?
Why I am not also good?
Why I am not clean?
Why I have ash in my soul?
Why I have north in my brain?
Why I have south in my heart?
Why I am not also a child?
Why I am so cruel?
So...stop looking at me
With these empty eyes
And better teach me to fall asleep smiling
An love me like I am.