I feel dull, yes, nothing feels good
Yet, I pretend to be happy
When the friends come and will greet you
I quickly stand there with my thumbs up - hello and hi
It feels like I'm standing
With frozen tears
On top of an iceberg
Which slowly melts down
And the sea's depths I see
I say; shit, shit!
Eternally a martyr, yep
There are those that have it worse
Contradictions govern, Oh yeah
Why whinge for something minor
When there are those that have it worse
And I have no money, I only have debt*
Yes shoulders, shoulderblades
It's bigger than my breasts
So there is no certain relief
Every love affair
Always goes for the worse
Be it now
It feels like I'm standing
With mouth full of hair
Want to scream - shit, shit!
Real martyr, yep
There are those that have it worse
Misfortune rules, oh yeah
Why whinge for something minor
When there are those that have it worse
Yes, I am like a martyr, so I am nearly dizzy
Will I achieve all duties
Because it is the woman in me, that can suffer with you
But never with myself
It feels like I'm standing
With a clenched chest
Near the lava
As slowly approaches
I can not move
Want to scream; shit! shit!
Real martyr, yep
There are those that have it worse
Overheating, yeah, why
Whinge for something minor
When there are those that have it worse
Yes, there are those that have it worse
Yes, there are those that have it worse
Yes, there are those that have it better
Yes, there are those that have it miserable
Yes, there are those that have it rotten
Yes, there are those that have it foul
Yes, there are those that have desert
Yes, there are those that have it bad
Yes, there are those that have it pinched**
Yes, there are those that have it boring
Yes, there are those that have it not so good
Yes, there are those that have it tiresome
Yes, there are those that have a sportscar
Yes, there are those that have it on the top
Yes, there are those that have it awesome
Yes, there are those that have luxury
Yes, there are those that have it scrubby
Yes, there are those that live in Norway