So I sit around and complain all day,
it's easy to do if you've have nothing better to do.

None of my inspiration is left, it all stayed
behind, 'cus it found a much warmer embrace.

So I spin around to see this place in a
different way, clouds swirling around turning
into a grayer sky.

Something like a consolation is left, praised by
my pressence I keep this price and what is meant.