Those mornings are too hard
Even outside, the weather's gray
And inside too, for that matter
There're days without and days with
It'll be without, I bet you
My sh*t didn't finish well
I'll have to scrub for an hour and a half
And I'm bored, that fixes nothing
And as they say, one person's misery, everyone deals with their own sh*t, yeah, I get it
Hmm, leave me alone, it's my right to be depressed in my armchair
Another great sh*tty day
Like a lockdown day
Like a birthday after you've passed thirty-five
Honestly, what's the point?
Kind of like me, nobody gives a damn
When I'm gone, will they be sad?
Fill my glass to the brim 'cause it's half empty
Hmm, leave me alone, it's my right to be depressed in my armchair
There's hope of a glimmer
That tomorrow will be better but
I'm sick of being depressed
And it depresses me to be sick of it
But why bother waking up?
I'd rather sleep all day if it's to live this nightmare
But why do I hurt more than the others
When the others have no problems?
Besides, isn't all this their fault
Those selfish people with obscene happiness?
Hmm, leave me alone, it's my right to be depressed in my armchair
There's hope of a glimmer
That tomorrow will be better