Too many times I've lied to myself
Too many times I've been alone with sadness in my mind
Too many times I've had lack of faith
Too many times at home frustrated and no rhyme
How did he blow the horn like that
How did he slip the fingers like that
How did he write the lyrics like that
How did he come up with that sound
I wonder
Too many times I've given up
Too many times the cry of pain echoes in my room
Too many times, too many nights
Doing nothin', just waitin' if the flower would bloom
I'm totally empty
Insomnia everynight
My head is like after lobotomy
I can't write
I want my booklet out of my sight
Fireplace is the right place to place my booklet
Where's my light
Relax no panic
I need to moderate
Artificial respiration to prevent this headache
I must get sleep now
Somehow, but I can't, so I wonder