Nobody comes in and sits down
Foot on the table, hand beneath chin
Nobody eats my breakfast hungrily
Nobody is always too early
Nobody, I have presents for you
What would I have become if you did not exist
My collected works, there you are,
everything belongs to you
Nobody, nobody knows me like you do
By all means, I admit it all
No disappointment, not a single time
But nothing matters to you anyway
Nobody, do you see, I do not grow anymore
My hands are feet, nobody look here
Soon I will be nothing and what remains
is your humble self
Nobody, what, what do you want?
Always you are here
Nobody, what, what do you want
from me
from me
from me?