Always these night mares

I always see the same scenes in my night mares
And I asked the shadows surrounding my mind
How does it feel to see me crying in the sun shine?
How does it feel to see me crying in the rain?
How does it feel to laugh when I cry?
Sweating I wake up, my eyes are wet and red.

Early in the morning after showering
I am alone with all my tears and sorrows
The strong coffee does not cause anything
It can not vanquist my creeping sleep
Peaces of bread can not satisfy my hunger
Another bad and blue day has begun

How am I supposed to be the bad man?
Why does not it stop raining on me?
What is the cause to always be in superstition?
My heart grows colder and the river grows larger.
Flames of eternal bad luck poison everything I do.
When will there be the light of hope anymore?

I sit between many people that I know for a long time
And fI eel so poor, poor of success and poor of depth
I hear what they say but I do not understand
My mind keeps spinning me around another fright night
I walk upon the lonely street of shattered dreams
I sing the melody of a broken-hearted lonesome wolf