Syndrome - Born to the Streets

Enclosed by people around me
Up and down, inside my flat
I’m closed by cold walls, covering well
Awake by solitary alarm bell
here I go...

Born to the streets,
Away, in the crowd
Dumb peopla I see
With apathetic eyes.

The sunshine here, ain’t have effect
‘cause it’s hidden by concrete
there’s no need to wonder why
I feel alone sometimes.

If I’m feeding a fear, it will remain
A heady feeling of pain
Withou the sanity, it’ll be in time
To count the reasons that’s living with me

I don’t know if it’s strange the way I live these times
I’m shure that I can be followed by myself, my only friend

The other’s way of living today
Shurelly isn’t enought for me
And if I care too much this point
I ommit my own life.

I don’t know if it’s strange the way I live these times
My inner’s going to an end...
Sometimes I think this ain’t the better way to go
And so I understand, that I must talk again
To my own friend.

I feel it broke my soul
But now I know:
Nobody cares what’s going on.

Even that nobody cares
What goes inside
Some moments I become contend,
‘cause my mind is all that must be fine.

Where else can I sing so calm??