Blood goes round and round
Inside my heart there's a great sound

I am a flower quickly fading
Constantly lost, constantly aching

What does God want from me?
I exist like a stone, a failure to be

Falling from heaven to the ground
With no real thoughts, a devil's playground

I eat alone in cafeterias forgotten
Wearing old clothes, loose cotton

What's left of me is dull pain
A rotting cancer of the brain

I try to walk and exist in truth
And drink pharmaceuticals to sooth

The burning feeling in my body
While I waste away my money

What will tomorrow bring?
Will the birds once again sing?

Will I be able to lift myself?
And find a place in the world's shelf?

Do not enter. Leave this place
And please do not remember my face