Mostly Every Day

Forgotten days in all the ways
About my existence I pray
Cause' I'm getting more and more depressive.
You say you love me, then you don't
And tears you cry are full of salt
Because you are lying

You just take away all you can
Without having any conscience
And being able to survive
You blame the others

Mostly every day you smoke my cigarettes
Mostly every day you say you hate me!
These broken relations that we have between us
Destroy my existence.

A lonely mother you would be
Who has to care about a child
It could be the best days of your life
If you take a rest.
What a measure –
Mostly evey day you are mad on me
And it's because of that
You are alone in your world.