I am able (by Isabel Hitler)

I am able (by Isabel Hitler)

how did i become this way?
i've forgotten everything i've made
where i've been
there must be something exitating
or i'll go watch TV

mother isn't at home
should there be some cake to eat
i can't be thinking
i need someone who think for me

there's something really, really dark in here
not a shadow, not a slave of night
i'm really, really f***ed up
i want to burn the f***ing grave

i called you back
you weren't at home
i am able, i am able
will a find a boy?
til i forget what i want?

each time i press refrigerator
a tear fall on my face
i refuse to keep this way
i need to be with myself