Don't want to be a mess
Don't want the emptiness
Don't want to feel the shame
Of the other, of the other...
Don't want to even try
Don't want to hear the sighs
Don't want to see your eyes
Distrusting the words coming out of my mouth
Don't want to be a slave
Don't want to be a junkie
To money, to love, to your drugs, to the world and all of its things
Don't want to be rich
Don't want to be poor
Don't want too many things
I'm responsible for...
Don't want to be so tired
Don't want to live the life
Don't want to wake to all of this
Just to do it again, and again, and again, and again
Don't want to be a slave
Don't want to be a junkie
To money, to love, to your drugs, to the world and all of its things