I live like a reptile in the middle of the city
I already don't have a home, I never had one
What's wrong if I'm like this?
I write the same things all the time like a stupid
I got to throw up, I got to throw up
If you help
If you help
Will everything end suddenly?
Will it worth all of this?
Do I have to hate everything that's beautiful?
There is not such a thing as inspiration
Just the pain
I got to throw up, I got to throw up
If you help
If you help
I got to throw up, I got to throw up
If you help
If you help
Hey!