Uten tittel 1

(1. Vers)
Sometimes I find myself disgusted
By the words I say, the things I do.
Sometimes they remind me too much.
Too much of the things I've said and done to you.

I'm disgusted by the shape I'm in.

How come I never feel as I should?

I want something else for my life.

Something new, something good.

I'm happy with my home.

My shelter is a bed.

But lately I've been waiting for a BOOM!

And then red, red, RED!!

.

(Vers. 2)

Leaving in the cold, dark morning.

To face you all once again.

To show up to fill the quota...

It makes me wonder; when?

When will it end,

And where will I go?

What if I repent?

It doesn't matter to you, though.

.

(Vers.3)

One day I'll try;

I'll walk in your motion.

Though I know it to myself that I'll lie.

Just to bathe in your devotion.

You crush me against a mirror.

An image of "me".

It's my own eyes, but the smile's not.

But it seems you'll never see.