I’m confused about the needs and scarred about the goals

I hope this time my choice will not bring any loss

And even if I say I’m not doing it anymore

Every fucking time there is something going wrong

Illusion, solution or just confusion?

I’m the master of the pot so just take your conclusion

Bullshit, memories, useless theories

All is sounding old and I’m getting tired of everything

I stopped believing

Sick of dirty tricks and your double dealing

Calm down you're babbling

It seems your brain is fucked, stuck and lagging

Story of my life, me, myself and I

Pissed of with my brain

I can’t think straight

I would but I can’t, should be this the end

Story of a loser without the balls to pretend