Credits
Lyrics: Geir Gåsodden
Music: Tore Hansen
Melody: TV-Noise
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I guess I don't feel like working today
I just stay in bed and let my dreams fly away
I hope they'll be good, I hope they'll be fine
If someone's got a good one I don't have to use mine
my head is empty like the streets late at night
it looks to me like my brain took the last flight
I start talking to the walls but they don't answer me
I talk to myself, I shut up, and I let it be
I guess I suffer from loneliness
I guess I suffer from boredom
I guess I suffer from emptiness
I guess I suffer
so I can pity myself
I make some food, but I don't want to eat
I listen to my heart and it ain't missing a beat
I try to be happy, yeah, I try to smile
but my head feels like a harddisc with broken files
I watch TV but there's nothing to see
I read the papers but they're nothing for me
I take a shower and the water is cold
I look at my watch and I'm feeling old
I guess I suffer from loneliness
I guess I suffer from boredom
I guess I suffer from emptiness
I guess I suffer
so I can pity myself
