I am bothered with my soul

I am walking beside my shoes

Your questions pull and drag

A future which seduces

- Don't let me breath

I am selling joy to pain

To convince that I am alive

I am feeding my own screams

With my thoughts so stupidly

- Complaining with fear

In trouble with my soul

I am a story backwards told

I want to laugh at everything

But there are no laughter's left

I wave myself through the day

And I shout in empty rooms

- Who made these rules?

In trouble with my soul

I am a story backwards told