i give out my daggers
i give out my pens
but nobody asks how
and nobody asks when i-

i try out my feelings
be a little bit deceiving
and no one sees how i’ve changed
and no one asks when i-

i write the letters
i send out my stamps
but nobody dares ask me how i’ve been

nobody dares to ask when i come home
because how is there a home when it’s just a room and nobody’s there

how is it a life that matters when nobody cares
how do i get happiness when i give out all my shares
and they just don’t care