What do you want from me?*
It feels like nails being pushed into my ears
...sharing wisdom? I do not need it
Swallow your pride. No excuse after the final defeat
I'm sick and tired of it
I'm sick. I can not find the name of the trick
I can not suffocate a creep who whispers into my ear
You look through my window
It seems he's silent. Times are bleak
And every time I fall asleep
This is where it ends up, the time when I no longer care