the room is full of me
It feels like Saturdays were made for depression Even though I try to scape myself I'm everywhere, I can't hide That's the way it is Feeling helpless once more Everything is just the same Nothing else can hurt me Is it true? I don't even know what is truth anymore Standing here at the door before opening I see the rest of the night ahead of me It sucks I don't wanna hear anything form anyone The fact is that I don't relate to who I am I'm just typing words on my cell phone I wish life had second chances on happiness