and every occasion I'll be ready for a funeral

I'm coming up only to hold you under
I'm coming up only to show you wrong
And to know you is hard and we wonder

To know you all wrong, we were

Really too late to call, so we wait for
Morning to wakeyou; it's all we got

To know me as hardly golden
Is to know me all wrong, they were

ever got that feeling that there are at least a million things going on on your mind at the same time, spinning and spinning around and you feel like pucking, you can't breathe, you feel like falling or crashing a car cause its worse than if you had all the alcohol in the world? funny how we thing we're managing to untie a knot and when we see what we're doing we made at least a hundred more knots at the same spot and every solution or improvemente you try to figure out only causes more and more mess. chaos is meant to happen. colour my life with the chaos of trouble. everything seems so black and gray and I dont know if Im just too pessimistic, Im im just anticipating feelings in order to be prepared when the bad things happen or if they are already happening.

Im a blind animal trapped in a cage with the impression I can get out an the door is opened. if only I could see where there is. I dont see any door.