Testo Get Off

Take a deep breath right away and say what you want to say. I'm waiting. Is it me, is it youm is it wrong, or is it true - I'm thinking It's like a rats race for me to live, You never know how life is - I'm fading. There's nothing left for me to loose, Lights are off coz' I chose my own way of thinking. Get off, get off - I know I'll find my own way. It's getting colder every day - still don't know what to say. I'm freezing. Confidence is what they call a good thing - I don't think so. They are lying. When you really need someone they're all gone at once. Stop searching. Love is a loosers game my friend - you have got no-one in the end. In the bitter, bitter, bitter end.