Hey ya, I put on my headphones and I cut myself off from the world
My big pains hidden in the shadows
I want to leave but I'm afraid of death
Maybe I'd be better off in my grave?
I see everything falling, good, I have nothing to lose
And I don't understand myself, am I different in a good way?
Feelings burned at birth, a past that haunts me
A whore who tempts me, who turned my head
And I'm thinking about stopping everything, about selling joints, yeah (he-ey)
I wake up in a bad mood, bad in love, better in death
A bitter life eaten away by shit
And I sit on a bench and light up a good joint of weed yeah

I sold death to live, maybe I'd be better off in death
Everything repeats itself, I'm fed up, everything repeats itself, I'm fed up
I sold death to live, maybe I'd be better off in death
Everything repeats itself, I'm fed up, everything repeats itself, I'm fed up ya, ya

Eh, I smoked time in a tea, I bury happiness and I leave (leave)
Blood drownings from a war (war) wounds that no one can heal (heal)
I'm going in circles and I'm lost, I drink a bottle and it's worse

But it's not serious because I'm already bad, my case is getting worse
But I hang on and she clings but I mow her down because I don't believe in it (eh)
In fact I don't believe anymore, shit, I'm 17 years old, I've lived too much, now I'm defeated
Life has disappointed me, and I disappoint myself
Mom asks me why I write songs like this
She listens to everything
I tell her that I'm in the blur and I'm reflecting on myself, now I'm in the blues
I see little ones dying, damn it depresses me, I spit all my hatred when I fuck her (eh)
Well yeah I'm bored, I put on my headphones, I go around the city
I have my flash in my hand, I forget
I try not to think about the past, but you know it's not that simple (eh)

I feel so alone but the worst part is that it satisfies me
I try to enjoy the present moment but no good opportunities present themselves
I block my friends who lie
Those who invent lives to make themselves credible, I could do the same, I have nothing to prove
Yet I've sold a lot of drugs, yet I've disappointed people if you knew
I've never regretted, bitch, yeah, Klem, damn

(Damn Klem, yeah)

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