I grew up on the corner of 3rd avenue I have odd dreams lately Top and low are overturned My foot pain is killing me I can’t stand keeping my foot on the ground Even if I get bored it There's nothing I could do about it Sometimes, I’d regret being born I hate it all When I wake up in the morning, it feels like I'm not myself I’m on the way, I’m on the long way to failure It’ll be as if nothing ever happened Even if I get bored it There's nothing I could do about it Sometimes, I’d regret being born Tonight, I felt as if everything had come to the end Kill me my friend, I’m not needed in this world anymore When I wake up in the morning, it feels like I'm not myself I’m on the way. I’m on the long way to failure I’m on the way… (The more hurts the better The flowing clouds are like my blood) I’m on the way. I’m on the long way to failure (The longer the better)