I don't need your help
I can do it by myself
And I do
I will buy a gun

Described as your blame
Your shame
Complaints
Too much complaints

Ah
I just want a place to rest

I can't forget
This history that makes me feel
A dreck
I can't stop thinking about it
Like hands in my neck
Hands in my

All in my mind
Nothing on my face
But no one knows
What's under my disgrace
Some speak from one side
Others speak from another
But no one knows

No one knows

When I say I'm fine
Out of ten, nine I'm lying
But you don't have to care with me now
I'm fine

Ah
I just want a place to rest

I can't forget
This history that makes me feel
A dreck
I can't stop thinking about it
Like hands in my neck
Hands in my

All in my mind
Nothing on my face
But no one knows
What's under my disgrace
Some speak from one side
Others speak from another
But no one knows

No one knows