I'm here again, I miss you
never can I adapt to this,
I know not, if you're thinking about me in the first place
Life is nothing but struggling again
I'm reading a vile publication in my hotel room
I am a man in love with himself
Even though the band is good and the audience okay,
I only miss back to your side
but why are you still not answering your phone
Am I only your dumped cigarette
that wasn't even finished
I am a man who loves himself
I come, from a dream into a pale morning
but I can barely open my eyes
by this time no one counts their mornings
I can have my tears dissolved into coffee
but even the sadnessremover doesn"t remove the sadness
I am a man who loves himself
Can't anybody love me
or is it so that I'm the one incapable of love
I am a man in love with himself