I'm not a cap driver. I'm not a starver.
I'm not the one who calls when it’s over.
The streams die down but I'm fever.
What is the escape when I shiver?
I don't look anymore for a river.
I changed to a cool dreamer.
I don't cry anymore for you my dear.
Is not that I don't miss you my beer.
Is not because I'm single or what you hear.
Is just that my life is a little more clear.
I don't wake up at night with a cold fear.
I am a worrier not a soldier.
I shake, but I am never scared.
I'm unstable and when mad I shiver.
I can't remember feeling loved.
I try not to think of it, so I don't care.
It made me wreck my brain.
I looked and found empty bottles in battles.
They gave me my life back with a cane.
But I can still kick ass and screw models.
The feeling of love is rare but is always the same.
Disguise in a drink, with a flick than we stick.
We move it to the floor and we find the freak.
A dumb trick will do fine if she likes to kick.
She has to move quick, if she wants’ this dick.
She is the one who will never be in this lyric.
I came and cum than go and move on.
I feel sorry for the one who sings this song.
Like me there are always more coming along.
We alone propagate like a virus in Hong Kong.
But it’s you who let’s us in with a smile and your tongue.
