All day long I wander around confused in the streets
how could you leave without saying at least one word
what is left for me
spread out once again on the sofa at night
longing dulled with a feeling of failure
i'm mostly broken
Difficult are the days that pass over me
and it's a bit too much
difficult are the days that pass over me
and it's a bit too much
what did i ask for
what is left for me
Most of the time i dream with my eyes open
i lie to myself that i can do something (to fix this situation)
what is left for me
trying to understand that which is between the lines
what's worth it for me
Difficult are the days that pass over me
and it's a bit too much
difficult are the days that pass over me
and it's a bit too much
what did i ask for
what is left for me
Difficult are the days that pass over me
and it's a bit too much
difficult are the days that pass over me
and it's a bit too much
difficult are the days that pass over me
and it's a bit too much
pass over me
and it's a bit too much
what did i ask for
what is left for me
All day long I wander confused in the roads
how could you leave without saying at least one word
i'm mostly broken