Testo Against Myself

No one understand it, no one try to do it
I don't speak a lot , 'cause I don't like to do it
People run too much, and anyone arrives
I'm so tired now, so I just want to sleep

Against myself

What else can I hope, what else can I lose? No I can't explain what is inside of me
Every day the sun, and every night the moon
And every time my days go, I can't ask for more

Against myself

Is it all right what I say?
Is it all ok what I fake?