Sometimes you feel tired of illusion of life...
the lies of people,
broken promisses ...
... pointless hopes
taste the wealth of hate in me...
in the back
off the side
is a place where I hide, where I stay
tried to say
tried to ask
I needed to
all alone, by myself, where were you?
how could I ever think it's funny how everything that
swore it wouldn't change is different now
just like you would allways say, we'll make it through
then my head fell apart
and where were you?
NIN - somewhat damaged