bad days make us go weaker and weaker

are you waiting for kisses in the back of dark cars?

you had become the greatest looner,

the television is so loud again,

i don't care about my results.

only just about the voice around my ears goes and goes like a ghost

that pretty face of yours is going nowhere.

at the end of the day we only think of drugs

the mirror tells me 'everything ok' but all i am

is fucking creep begging for your love,

this place smell so bad

and i can't even tell you how bad my week was

- ''i don't ever remember my life without feeling anxiety''