Morning I wait for the evening to come But it never comes Morning I wait for desire to come With a beautiful song Morning I wait for my lover to come over With a gorgeous dress of tenderness Poor me, I wish I could be what I'm not what I'm not Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh ♪ Morning, I look how the others behave And I hate myself Another wasted day staring at the mirror naked Maybe I could die suddenly frosted No feelings I walk like a devil a hurricane With a scary face bringing pain Poor me I wish I could be what I'm not, I'm not Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh ♪ I'm sure there are loads like me We could be a family You want me to write more words to it We know there is nothing more to be said