It's harder to understand
Yes I know
I'm useless again everywhere I go
Hold on a bit longer
Please don't go
Trees talking to me
Whispering it knows
My love
Hello
My love
Hello
Thank you all from the pit of my burning
Nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years
I'm too much of an erratic, moody baby!
I don't have the passion anymore, and so remember
It's better to burn out than to fade away