There's nothing left for me to do
just like time and time and time again
what else is left for me to prove?
but when it comes around
i can't help falling down
Is this the state of so-called pleasure?
or just the weight of stones & feathers
i'm not myself
maybe i'm never
Just like tear that fades away
just like a word i can't express or can't explain
a thousand voices in my brain
i wish they'd comfort me
instead it's torturing
Is this the state of so-called pleasure?
or just the way i'm made to measure
i'm not myself
maybe i'm never
When all is said and done
i confess i've had enough
Is this the state of so-called pleasure?
or just a chill that lasts forever
i'm not myself maybe i'm never
Is this the state of so-called pleasure?
or just a break in heavy weather
i'm not myself
maybe i'm never