Day after day runs out my life

While Im messed up by paradoxes.

My values change, ambitions starve,

So I am working out neurisis.

I hesitate. I do not move.

I live my life and feel unworthy.

I fail to act and this does prove

That I am working out neurosis.

Ready for change, waiting for chance,

Trusting no one, feeling so sorry

As I just cant apply my brains

To nothing better than neurosis...

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For what is real and what is worth

Is not what I do not possess -

I love, Im loved, I live on Earth,

Experiencing constant stress.

I lie in bed beside my man

Completely free and very mortal,

Thinking if there is a tomorrow,

Creating my own perfect plan.

The dreadful truth is everywhere -

One day there wont be any me -

Thats why each day is very rare,

Thats why each days my enemy.

Watching the news I rate commercials

That show what people want to see,

I read those columns full of gossip

And feel no further self-esteem.

Fed up with mass communication

Promoting things that I abhor,

I am performing conformation

For it is what I have been taught.

Unable to claim my positions,

Well-read and still so uninformed

I challenge my corrupt ambitions

Existing in post-modern world.

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I am not doing anything new

For my life is one more repetition

Of the same problems, prospects and dues

On the same life-long short-term conditions.

Self-betrayal, self-protest, self-porn

Are what everyones here to learn.

To what point I am gonna do this

Depends only on my disguise.

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