Day after day i spend thinking about the things i've done.
How I have laughed, swore and cried.
How I have lost and won.
My achievements, advancements but no matter how hard I tried.
I ask the same question every time: Why?
Why do I do what I do?
Do I really understand what makes me feel good?
Do I understand what gives me a certain mood?
If I cant understand myself, who Will?
What does it take to fill.
What does it take to fill the gap in my mind.
Do materialistic things make me satisfied?
Is a person I love what I need to find?
Will anything at all complete my life.
What I want is impossible to achieve.
No work, no relations or never again to grief.
Im in need of
Constant satisfaction.
