I didn't realize when the morning came
narrow stripe of light through the old curtains
I can feed myself with dust, lead an empty life without any purpose.

And you [bad word] back later, with a bag full of [bad word] 
And you suddenly suspect something... something is not good

If I ever 
If I ever can stand myself
If I ever 
If I ever can stand myself
If I ever 
If I ever can stand myself

In a kitchen with no furniture
You're playing a symphony 
And the music I hear distinctly
Is the tune of a broken glass

I feel sick and weak everyday
My eyes, no more reflecting the light
The heart still beating announcing death of mine
I paint my walls using watercolor and a pattern of naked crying girls

And you [bad word] back later, with a bag full of [bad word] 
And you suddenly suspect something... something is not good

If I ever 
If I ever can stand myself
If I ever 
If I ever can stand myself
If I ever 
If I ever can stand myself

If I ever 
If I ever can stand myself
If I ever 
If I ever can stand myself
If I ever 
If I ever can stand myself
If I ever 
If I ever can stand myself