There's nothing left for me to do, just like time and time and time again.
What else is left for me to prove?
But when it comes around, I can't help falling down.

Is this the state of so-called pleasure
Or just the weight of stones and feathers?
I'm not myself, maybe I'm never.

Just like a tear that fades away
Just like a word I can't express or can't explain
A thousand voices in my brain
I wish they'd comfort me, inside it's torturing.

Is this the state of so-called pleasure
Or just the way I'm made to measure?
I'm not myself, maybe I'm never.

When all is said and done, I confess I've had enough.

Is this the state of so-called pleasure
Or just a chill that lasts forever?
I'm not myself, maybe I'm never.
Is this the state of so-called pleasure or just a break in heavy weather?
I'm not myself, maybe I'm never.