Seems I’m getting older and
My life creeps toward its end.
My work was very successful,
But I wish I had a friend.
Self-doubt and depression come out at night,
The unspeakable pain which people fear.
Inside my head, I am safe and warm,
For it is very dark in here.
When drinking, one should really know better,
You’re all alone, feeling like nothing belongs.
That you shouldn’t be up until 3 AM,
Listening to albums of very sad songs.
Anger, depression, misery and cruelty,
We’ve had all we can take of that.
Wouldn’t life be much more pleasant,
If everyone behaved like a cat?