восемь (Eight)

In my house - it's cold and dark
In my head - there's emptiness and gloom
I don't feel anything at all
And I'm just waiting for some sign

All my songs are not about that
All my thoughts are like black smoke
On the other side, the neighbors are fine
And they don't care that their eyes are filled with dust

I'll always be honest and sincere
And that's probably my curse
I wanted to be different, but I never will
That star inside me won't light up again

I'm getting older faster and faster
I feel less and less like I belong with people
I'm so worried about tomorrow
But I believe that tomorrow I'll be stronger

Don't talk to me - I hate that so much
Take my life, just leave me a piece of summer
I won't change anything, I'm not a kid anymore
Mom, explain to me, why the hell did I grow up?