They say I'm lucky
And I hate it
I know my childhood
And I hate myself

Because we're never too rich
And then always too poor
And the others, we don't care
Until they save us

Help, help, to me
I wasn't made like this, no
Help, help, to me
Like a daddy's boy, no
Help, help, to me
I wasn't made like this, no
Help, help, to me

It's late, it's late
And I wish she would come
In my sheets, in the dark
And make my veins bulge

Against a small white breast
How am I capable
Like a spoiled child
To shed a tear?

Help, help, to me
I wasn't made like this, no
Help, help, to me
Like a daddy's boy, no
Help, help, to me
I wasn't made like this, no
Help, help, to me

Help
Help
Help

We write songs
On minor chords, and me
Me, like a fool
I do it wholeheartedly

I forget that there was a time
A little bit of love
Had given me the momentum
To savor the days

Help, help, to me
I wasn't made like this, no
Help, help, to me
Like a daddy's boy, no
Help, help, to me
I wasn't made like this, no
Help, help, to me

Help
Help
Help
Help

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