Desolate, sleepless nights
Crying tears I cannot tame
A blueprint of my sorrow
This perpetual sadness is such a shame
Sudden attacks of melancholy
When living seems so fake
Sixty cups of coffee
To keep me wide awake
A beautiful mask of happiness
Was nothing but feign
One thousand lit cigaretts
To nourish my pain
Curling up with this desperation
I stimulate my spirits in vain
And take my woes with a bottle of liquor
Only to forget my own name.