I can't take anymore
 I can't breathe
 I'm sick of this [bad word] darkness,
 Sick of sadness and tears I throw it all up every single day
 Together with last night's dinner
 I have lost [bad word] 
 I have convinced myself I am someone else
 For God's sake,
 I need to be real
 I need touch
 I need... people?
 I have to turn my life around...
 But... I will still be myself, won't I...?