I sit down at the table,
Life has cooked dinner,
But I do not think my friends are quite able,
I see their gloomy faces,
And I visit each of their places,
I help them choke down what life has served them,
I've never once thought they deserved these disgraces,
But in the end I find myself,
Sitting without someone to help me out,
I pick and I poke at the food that I could not swallow,
And I may not be here tomorrow.
I paced around for hours on empty,
Jumped at the slightest of sounds.
I couldn't stand the person inside me,
I turned all the mirrors around.
Life has cooked dinner,
But I do not think my friends are quite able,
I see their gloomy faces,
And I visit each of their places,
I help them choke down what life has served them,
I've never once thought they deserved these disgraces,
But in the end I find myself,
Sitting without someone to help me out,
I pick and I poke at the food that I could not swallow,
And I may not be here tomorrow.
I paced around for hours on empty,
Jumped at the slightest of sounds.
I couldn't stand the person inside me,
I turned all the mirrors around.