Jean-baptiste Is the Howling Wolf Songtext

von Absynthe Minded

Is it the people, is it the place
Is it this athmosphere that makes me fade
Away in circles I lose my head
It all is such a bore I can't accept no more

Of that bullshit them people say to me
I am a cynic what is there left to be
There is no future and even if there's one i?m weak
A letter all complaints this is my fame

I am a wonder there's no restraint
I paid for everything I have and by mistake
I once got me a guitar I played it ever since
It's no big deal it's just the feeling's real

Y?all got problems
Y?all are wrong
Y?all make mistakes
And stroll behind along
You're all frustrated
That your life has gone wrong
Say: what am I - I am a clown who's forcing to smile

Am I unhappy is there a reason to be
Is there something I should have or own in there please
Cause if there was i?d buy it guaranteed
There's nothing really worth it not for me

It's a chain-reaction every single day
A simple distraction that got delayed
There is no future in what I keep
The never ending blame for being who I am

Y?all got problems
Y?all are wrong
Y?all make mistakes
And stroll behind along
You're all frustrated
That your life has gone wrong
Sing: what am I - I am a clown who's forcing to smile