maybe nothing will come maybe i will come up with everything
but now i'm going through thin ice
i want to get out but the door is not closed

the last cup of coffee and a cigarette
I never thought I would be affected by others
imprisoned in traps I need nothing
just let me finish everything of my own accord

extinct desire to live I'm tired
there is no one to talk to
or he or I is better
decide for yourself I haven't known for a long time