The night still softly glows all around, but I already know, that the day is bad
Pictures of stars, bread wrapped in newspaper
And as usual my face has a generic appearance
And some sort of spray is in my hair
I burn in the stove, it’s warm, my poems - kind of embarrassing
I have a certificate somewhere on the wall - third place in long jump
Again, I'm good for nothing, maybe it’s better that I go to sleep
Don't look at my pictures
Because there’s nothing inside of me and I’m worthless
And the redness of my blood is just some sort of joke
And I want to forget as often as I can
That there’s nothing inside of me and I’m worthless
Guard my dreams and come over whenever you want
Gather the moments from my days into one hand
And don't comfort me I'll be standing here either way
Because there’s nothing inside of me and I’m worthless