Im confused whenever people talk
And you know about as much as you don't know about me
Im about as confusing as the world
Im too sad to even care about crying
Im too numb to even feel nothing
Im about as ugly as the mirror
Is that really me who's staring back?
What is this life?
Come to me if you fancy going insane
Maybe god is sick of my complaining
Does he sigh every time I sit and pray?
Im about as sad as a kitten in the rain
We are all floating in this universe
Who the hell am I suppose to be?
What is the life?
Where is the fight?
Where is the light?