Outside Of Myself

Why would I want to live this madness again?

One more night and I can not sleep
Caught me writing in crooked lines...
In my bed, things that I don't know why
Words that do not make any sense...

I put my dreams on a piece of paper
But I don't remember any more of my dreams
If I didn't sleep for days, how can I dream
So, everything what I write has no meaning

Night after night, I remain awake
With eyes open, rolling from one side to another...
In my bed, something bothers me very
Voices, say things that don't make any sense...

So I transcribe my life in words now
And I remember every moment of this nightmare
If what I seek is a bit of peace

I write my life on a sheet without lines
But my life has been like a crazy dream
Don't use rhymes, because this is not a song
I lived that nightmare for so long

Why would I want to live this madness again?
Why would I want to live this madness again?
Why would I want to live this madness again?
Why would I want to live this madness again?