My life is a circle,
No beginning and no end.
It's always repeating,
A trail I defend to the time.
A misunderstanding ...
That can't be erased like a file.
I've got all I wanted,
But still I'm not satisfied.
How far will I go to and search my respect and my pride?
How long will I lie to myself about the privilege of my life?
That turns around
'Till I die,
In the dark
With me.
Why am I sad? Why am I sad,
When I have more that I ever had?
My life is too stable,
I get no air,
My jail is my skin.
I'm false like a fable.
That is being praised
For its sin.
And once I am trying
To follow the light then ...
The bitch grips my feet
Pulls me down, underneath!
How far will I go to and search my respect and my pride?
How long will I lie to myself about the privilege of my life?
How deep will I have to fall before I find the will again?
It's always repeating,
The earth turns around and around
'Till I die,
Take the time,
Missing me,
With me ...