I was standing on the street the other day
Minding my own business like I usually do
Give time to eat, to sleep is hard enough
Though it gets my so down, though it gets me so down

There is something left in the end

Can you see the emptiness surrounding you
Following your every move from dusk to dawn
Finding time to rest your head is hard enough
Though it gets you so down, though it gets you so own

There is something left in the end