Get Off

Take a deep breath right away and say what you want to say.
I'm waiting.
Is it me, is it youm is it wrong, or is it true - I'm thinking
It's like a rats race for me to live,
You never know how life is - I'm fading.
There's nothing left for me to loose,
Lights are off coz' I chose my own way of thinking.

Get off, get off - I know I'll find my own way.

It's getting colder every day - still don't know what to say.
I'm freezing.
Confidence is what they call a good thing - I don't think so.
They are lying.
When you really need someone they're all gone at once.
Stop searching.
Love is a loosers game my friend - you have got no-one in the end.
In the bitter, bitter, bitter end.