Svart Galla
Lifelover
Black Gala
Four times as old in body and mind
A nausea that never seems to end
Could drink every weekend
Or date a bimbo for pastime
But can't bear to act anymore
Should train myself and eat more
And maybe then lift my mood
But never feel energetic, always lethargic
One day feels like a week
That feels like a month
That feels like a year
Day in and day out I lie here
Don't say a word to anyone
Take a long walk inside myself
The clock could be any time
It could be any day of the week
I don't know, I don't care
