sometimes i feel folded like a piece of paper dirty with the fingerprints of unrepentant hands who never ever thinks about the words of love inside me cause it s all so plain and simple thatno one understands sometimes i feel congested like peak hour in the city choking on the petrol and the deisel and the dust i sit and wonder how we all could be so stupid and i want toleave my vehicle and let it turn to rust and i wish i had your confidence i wish i had your smile i wish i had your joie de vivre your innate sense of style and i wish i had your body near me warming up my nights saying oooh babe baby it s alright sometimes i feel miniscule just like an amoeba floating on a plate of glass watched by unseen eyes and i feel so cold and lonely in that instant of existence and i wonder if someone s watching me up above the sky perhaps there are no solutions perhaps just other questions maybe there s a meaning to my solitary life and i know that there s no guarantees there s just the pain of living perhaps there are no solutions maybe there s just life