they drive me mad
sometimes i do things
that are so stupid
but you never make it sad

you are all over your scene
do you know my heart
do you know my dream
and as you tear me apart

lost and lonely
need a special touch
to make the place feel homely
evenings go by,
mornings arrive with a sigh

they don’t know me
let them find me
let them be like children

some people, you know the people
the people who hide
the people who attack

you are trying to change things
you have a plan
but its meaning is missed
people would rather wear sneakers
act like lemmings and jump off a cliff

my self pity
is influenced by its own fame
touch the person next to you
the person on your train
find the person inside
then deal with your pain