Burning lights all around the room
Loud music erasing the concern for tomorrow
Sitting all alone in corner somewhere
Drowning deep inside my own sorrows
Staring at some rabbits leaping like crazy
Screaming just to forget what they hide inside
What difference would such people ever make?
If they don't realize somewhere someone has died
I guess its only me looking for an excuse to be depressed
So addicted now of blaming others, i think i am obsessed
But then this is how circle of life is supposed to rotate
When everybody is falling in love my heart is loving to hate
May be this is the effect of dark room with animals
Or i am just inebriated while having yet another for the road
Who cares as long as i am keeping all this to myself
No one cares to pay attention to a heart brutally gored
