walking corpse*

where are my beliefs? you deserted them
where is my self-esteem? not even self-pity
where is my personality? you'd need to be a person first
where is my ambition? scarcely fed so it doesn't eat you
where is my reason? blurred with the mist
where is my tenderness? only callousness left
where are my dreams? c'mon, they never come true
where is my future? live in the present tense instead
where is the star in my sky? looks more like a comet to me
where am i? running from yourself
*-felizmente não cheira...