I wake up and I feel I was stranded

I wake up and I feel I was stranded
In a world that hardly represents me
Step by step I collect all the nightmares
Like a modern Renoir I’m painting my life 
Away

Don’t you think 
That I not gonna worry?
Don’t you think 
That I don’t feel sorry?
Soon I’ll find my way
And I’ll let you know!
Don’t you think 
That I not gonna worry?
Don’t you think 
That I don’t feel sorry?
Soon I’ll find my way
And I’ll let you know!

Sitting down in my room I feel so empty
Staring with lonely eyes at the words I’m laying down
With cold blood I swallow all the absinthe that you gave me
That cold winter night

Don’t you think 
That I not gonna worry?
Don’t you think 
That I don’t feel sorry?
Soon I’ll find my way
And I’ll let you know!
Don’t you think 
That I not gonna worry?
Don’t you think 
That I don’t feel sorry?
Soon I’ll find my way
And I’ll let you know!

I feel a decadent poet
Forced to burry his art
Forced to burry his own heart!
Under the mud of a pigsty
cabal of murdered broken hearts
Longing for my bitter taste

Lost you, I have lost you, brother
The strength you hide inside your eyes
Makes me believe I can steel live my life
I learnt from the ashes
Of the tears I dropped for all these years
My love is now living is living for real!

I feel a decadent poet
Forced to burry his art
Forced to burry his own heart!
Under the mud of a pigsty
cabal of murdered broken hearts
Longing for my bitter taste