IRC-Galleria

i'm losing ground
you know how this world can beat you down
i'm made of clay
i fear i'm the only one who thinks this way
i'm always falling down the same hill

i stay inside my bed
i have lived so many lives all in my head
don't tell me that you care
there really isn't anything, is there?

and maybe i don't have a choice
and maybe that is all i have
and maybe this is a cry for help
i do not want this
don't you tell me how i feel
you don't know just how i feel

i want to know everything
i want to be everywhere
i want to fuck everyone in the world
i want to do something that matters