I'm looking at the stairs
I'm staring at the dark
I wish that someone would be here
I cry alone, want somebody to hear

Does anyone care
Does anyone care
That I sit alone and stare?
I'm stupid, I'm aware
I don't belong there

It's a black cold night
My dreams are out of sight
Can somebody reach out
Because here, I just want to shout

My head is in the ground
I consider myself "Lost And Found"
With sadness I'm bounded
Damn, she thinks I'm dead
Maybe she's right?

It's a fake cold night
Wish I could fly and hide
From the dark state of mind
From the unsolved side
Of mine...

Does anyone care
Does anyone care
That I'm hanging myself in mid-town square
Can sense the last laughter
Can feel the last prayer
Only fired eyeballs don't know where to look
I'm in the middle, like an important duke

It's a bright cold night
And the moon is pulling me aside
Putting me on the edge of the world
I'm trying not to fall, trying to hold

I Wake up, the moon is lying next to me
Did we have sex, it doesn't really bother me
Want to belong, want somebody to be strong
Maybe the sun will come along ?

Does anyone care
Does anyone care
Finder's keeper they say
Seek myself in a pile of hay
The moon whispers: "It's dark, you won't find"
The sun glisters: "There you are, far behind"

It's a starry cold night
And I can't hide
But no me is around here
Just the sun, the moon, and my deepest fear

Life.