Versus You Artschool Dropout
I wanna be a stranger today
and act so strange in my own way.
The smile I wear is nothing but fake.
I hope I sleep before I wake.
I hold my breath and count to ten,
afraid to go to sleep again.
With shaking hands I grab a pen,
afraid to write the same again.
And nothing's worth the pain.
Four more lines and I'll keep quiet.
I guess there's nothing left to say.
Two more lines and it doesn't feel right.
I guess that's easy for me to say.
I found sleep in a pill.
It takes my mind so far away.
I won't drink the drinks I spill.
