A cinnamon chewinggum

Opened my door there stood a man said "what´s eating you"?
My hair full of snakes and with my life I don´t know what to do
a man all alone in thís world´s biggest bowl
that´s how it feels to be me

Not many things in this world makes sense today
my horse Frank is dead and the truth it is blown away
A world full of life and potential happines
that´s why i´d like to be me

All that is left is a cinnamon chewinggum
it´s stuck in my mind and refuse to wear off
the years made it strong and the smell is since long gone
the price that you have won is to know what you´ve lost

Dreams wirl round and round inside my head
they come out in arms sometimes when they want to play
i´m strapped in my bed when they come dressed in black
no one would like to be me

But still i´m alive looking for the smell from yesterday
recapture the things i´ve lost, a smile on my face
I still think I can inspite what they say
that´s why i´m still being me

He stayed for a drink listened to what I had to say
The day went into night and the night it went into day
he left the next day saying just let her go
that´s how it feels
that´s why I´d like
that´s why i´m still being me