I Am A Story Backwards Told

I am bothered with my soul, I am walking beside my shoes

Your questions pull and drag, a future which seduces

- Don't let me breath

I am selling joy to pain to convince that I am alive

I am feeding my own screams with my thoughts so stupidly

- Complaining with fear



In trouble with my soul, I am a story backwards told



I want to laugh at everything but there are no laughter's left

I wave myself through the day and I shout in empty rooms

- Who made these rules?



In trouble with my soul, I am a story backwards told.