I'm confused about the needs and scarred about the goals
I hope this time my choice will not bring any loss
And even if I say I'm not doing it anymore
Every f**ing time there is something going wrong
Illusion, solution or just confusion?
I'm the master of the pot so just take your conclusion
Bullsh**, memories, useless theories
All is sounding old and I'm getting tired of everything
I stopped believing
Sick of dirty tricks and your double dealing
Calm down you're babbling
It seems your brain is f**ed, stuck and lagging
Story of my life, me, myself and I
Pissed of with my brain
I can't think straight
I would but I can't, should be this the end
Story of a loser without the balls to pretend