There's nothing left for me to do

just like time and time and time again

what else is left for me to prove?

but when it comes around

I can't help falling down

is this the state of so-called pleasure?

or just the weight of stones & feathers

I'm not myself

maybe I'm never

just like tear that fades away

just like a word I can't express or can't explain

a thousand voices in my brain

I wish they'd comfort me

instead it's torturing

is this the state of so-called pleasure?

or just the way I'm made to measure

I'm not myself

maybe I'm never

when all is said and done

I confess I've had enough

is this the state of so-called pleasure?

or just a chill that lasts forever

I'm not myself maybe I'm never

is this the state of so-called pleasure?

or just a break in heavy weather

I'm not myself

maybe I'm never