We are all the same, complain almost every day
Even if it is pleasure, brain is off again
Nothing really happened, not a serious thing
You should ignore that, but of course you're suffering
Look at you, what you see?
Are you fine? I am not sure
What's tomorrow? Ask yourself
Just another painful day
Walking on the streets, a quite warm rising sun
But I can feel on my face look of sadness, anger, fear
Even if I tried, many impossible things
Only you can force yourself to be a social being
Look at you, what you see?
Are you fine? I am not sure
What's tomorrow? Ask yourself
Just another painful day
Look at you, what you see?
Are you fine? I am not sure
What's tomorrow? Ask yourself
Just another painful day