If It Goes Up, Must Come Down. [Part 1]

Not Enough.

Where will I go?
When I got the money to go it will not be enough,
I thought about it four years ago,
I keep layin' down, prayin' for the same thing.

Little is said about how little life and time we have left,
It's horrible to lie down and think about that,
They haven't paid me for that, it's theft,
Continue while on the back, you receive a pat.

And my love won't take me to Switzerland,
It will not,
Not to that land,
You need to work, work a lot.

But cryin' in the park doesn't help me,
Prayin' for leavin' a mark wouldn't help me either,
It just makes my heart beat,
Tell him that he did well to help her even if it's a lie, if that makes him happier.

The final day is approachin',
You are not actin',
Just cryin',
Just writin'.