When you feel a bit drunk in your head,
like the world has pushed a burden in your chest.
Do you bother to stop and listen to it,
do you even take a rest?

Or is it you are afraid?
Do you think you cannot sleep?
I know I can't this night,
but I don't crumple in a heap.

It's just like you don't know,
or you do not care.
But where ever you are going,
know I'll always be there.

You feel a bit ill now,
and you don't know what to do.
But I'll stay by your side,
I'll stay good and true.

My fingers are growing weary,
my head hangs slightly down.
I trusted you, you traitor
But all I can do is frown

I can't help what happened to me,
You should be ashamed.
But dont do it to anyone else
or prepare to take the blame.