I didn't realize when the morning came
A narrow stripe of light through the old curtains
I can feed myself with dust, lead an empty life without any purpose.
And you will come back later, with a bag full of fruits,
And you suddenly suspect something... something is not good
If I ever
If I ever can stand myself
If I ever
If I ever can stand myself
If I ever
If I ever can stand myself
On a kitchen with no furniture
You're playing a symphony
And the music I hear distinctly
Is the tune of a broken glass
I feel sick and weak everyday
My eyes, no more reflecting the light
The heart still beating announcing death of mine
I paint my walls using watercolor and a pattern of naked crying girls
And you will come back later, with a bag full of fruits,
And you suddenly suspect something... something is not good
If I ever
If I ever can stand myself
If I ever
If I ever can stand myself
If I ever
If I ever can stand myself
If I ever
If I ever can stand myself
If I ever
If I ever can stand myself
If I ever
If I ever can stand myself
If I ever
If I ever can stand myself
