the crowd

[The one who I am]

I'm standing here, mom
with my mike, mom
I'm singing
the crowd is dancing, mom
but they don't listen to the words, mom
they're dancing on my pain

I'm crying, mom
holding my mike, mom
my voice is getting louder
the crowd is dancing, mom
they don't see my tears, mom
they like to hear my pain

now I'm sitting down, mom
I am more drunk than ever, mom
the crowd is cheering
I'm singing 'bout you, mom
how you used to hate, mom
how I used to hate you too

The crowd is gone, mom
or is it me who isn't there anymore?
I'm still singing, mom
but there's no one dancing, mom
I'm screaming, mom
why didn't you ever love me?

[soulless]

Ehm, mom komt naar mijn mening te vaak terug, maar klote boodschap, sowwy