This night I've been lonely. This week I've been lonely. I just can't be happy with no one beside me. I'm fucked up as always, not lifeless but angry. I walk down the sideways. I destroy.

This night I don't know why all's going down.

True love is pretending, true hate - that's where I'm living. The walls I am staring will soon fall on me. I lie in the bedroom. I die in the bathroom. I drown myself in ethanol once more.

This night I don't know why all's going down.