There are days when I say I’ve had enough,
I must be living to spite myself.
I keep playing, singing, eating and sleeping,
but in fact I’m not here.
I’m always an outsider,
a complete outsider here, like an enemy.
I’m always an outsider,
more and more of an outsider to you
and to myself.
Yesterday someone told me again:
"To feel alive you need to love something,
you need your own piece of land,
even if it’s ten hours away".
I’m always an outsider...