Ponk

All my life always the same, running all the time from here to there, I have nothing more than a couple of sticks to hit, I have nothing more than a back to endure, there I realize that you are not, it's not enough for me for anything else, I have...., nothing more than always being, without trying to recognize, it's not about adjusting, nor about holding back, it's not about adjusting, no, you don't look in my direction, I don't look anywhere, I have nothing more than...