I'm on gorgeon street, It's cold

With my guitar playing folk

I can't talk to my folks

They're gone, there are only notes now

There's a cup right there

Just in front of my jacket

The rain, the "I'm sorry" faces

And the sound of money in their pockets

It only lasted 4 weeks

Until my mother picked me up

My heart started feeling weak

I couldn't move in the snow

I'd walk at night, trying to not mess with the wrong people

Walking in the snow, the rain and the puddles

Watching this society I used to be part of

I used to part of this

When еven the poorest mеn feel like a jetset

When you only see a mirror of your regrets

When you talk the same language but can't communicate

Except hate

I'd walk alone trying to find money

When all I needed was someone who could tell me

That I'm worthy of somethin

Just a friend or something pleasing

I was afraid to call my mom

She didn't know about the meds I had stopped

The therapist I had left aside

The love I had left aside

I sometimes would wake up at night

On the ground in cardboard cutouts

With my cup empty and my dignity stolen

I'd shout and insult this world

Like I deserved something

Like I needed something

And I remember those kids in college

Who made fun of my face

Who called me a wanker and a creep

Yet they had glasses more worthy than me

I can't tell you how angry I felt

Normally, I would have punched them in the face

But here I just had to forget

I hate them

My mom picked me up

She told me all sorts of stuff

But most importantly

"Just... don't worry

Everything's gonna be okay

I still love you from very far away"