Sometimes I think
There is nothing funny
In this world to me
There is nothing special to play with
I don't have the force to live
I'm a little isolated from you today
But I don't want to go away
What to do with my self
To make life more real
To be more consequential
To be sure that I can do whatever I want
And not lose this pleasure at all
What to do with my mind
To not be scared of the fight
No fear to lose the feelings of being in love
When I feel something like that
What is not possible to describe