I've got a bad connection. It seems there's nothing more that I can do. I've been staring at a wall since noon. There's nothing more that I'm used to.
Looking out through painted windows. Deep-rooted and without a clue. Sets aside all differences and everything he's used to. Takes a walk and the water falls.
Not you!. Not you!. Not you!. Not you!. I'm me not you!. What have I done, and what am I to believe?. Well, not a single thing you're saying to me. I've had enough my friend, and I'm fed up again.