Questions
Haven’t been myself lately
But who am I after all?
A soul lost in dreams and ethanol
Actually there’s no booze for me
No drug to keep me safe
Just a nice word when I feel I go insane
But there’s rarely such a thing
I put on a record and I start to sing
Of the compassion, of the love
Of the sour nights and silent cries
Or maybe just some beats
To make me forget about all
There’s no rhyme in this after all
It’s just words pouring from my soul
At 00:50 a.m. trying not to lose control
Again and again
But what am I trying to regain?
Consciousness or trust?
Should I change emotion for lust?
Too many questions in my mind
I can’t sleep, I smoke too much
I replay the same thoughts
But nothing makes sense
I guess I need to start
To just fucking live again
