Threehundredsixtyfive by Point Of View
We’re sorry! Sorry for you! You don’t know what to do Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide No friends on your side I don’t know how I fell in this trap Everywhere I look I see the same crap Do you think I feel comfortable? Do you think I like the life I live? What is comfort? What is life? Questions we don’t ask ourselves – these days Everything is so damn obvious We can’t understand We care But we will never ever feel the way you feel