This Fucking Life
Walking fast along the tree-lined path
skipping carefully the fire pits along the way
those lovely bitches who draw the attention
of their usual well-wishers.
I, I don't believe in love nor in charity
Time to turn back round the corner.
Someone told me that I'm just cheating
It's my way to survive:
When there is talk, I stay silent.
I can't stop my restlessness
my legs are not tired at all
I'll keep on walking... at least a little more
I couldn't bear staying in my empty house
with the dim light of a computer
and the certainty of having nothing to live for...
Often I wonder
what strange twist of fate
Drew out my existence
I don't know yours
but my fucking life... is shit!