I'm on gorgeon street, It's cold
With my guitar playing folk
I can't talk to my folks
They're gone, there are only notes now
There's a cup right there
Just in front of my jacket
The rain, the "I'm sorry" faces
And the sound of money in their pockets
It only lasted 4 weeks
Until my mother picked me up
My heart started feeling weak
I couldn't move in the snow
I'd walk at night, trying to not mess with the wrong people
Walking in the snow, the rain and the puddles
Watching this society I used to be part of
I used to part of this
When even the poorest men feel like a jetset
When you only see a mirror of your regrets
When you talk the same language but can't communicate
Except hate
I'd walk alone trying to find money
When all I needed was someone who could tell me
That I'm worthy of somethin
Just a friend or something pleasing
I was afraid to call my mom
She didn't know about the meds I had stopped
The therapist I had left aside
The love I had left aside
I sometimes would wake up at night
On the ground in cardboard cutouts
With my cup empty and my dignity stolen
I'd shout and insult this world
Like I deserved something
Like I needed something
And I remember those kids in college
Who made fun of my face
Who called me a wanker and a creep
Yet they had glasses more worthy than me
I can't tell you how angry I felt
Normally, I would have punched them in the face
But here I just had to forget
I hate them
My mom picked me up
She told me all sorts of stuff
But most importantly
"Just... don't worry
Everything's gonna be okay
This album has helped me a lot during difficult times, and it still does. I'd really like you to release 'Dying for too many people'. Thank you so much, Feldup, for everything you do. d⌂}-lyniv