The atmosphere in here is frosty
The seat next to me is empty
The promises you make are slipping
Upon words that get retracted so easily
All gets deleted from the blank mirror of the screen
As you move onto the next big fashion thing
If this is what belonging means
Then you can take that hollow self worth away from me
It depends upon the vain anonymity
Of the crowd you're never really pleasing
Have you ever asked why this is worth it?
And what makes you so convinced
That this the only thing which matters
And that everything else is just shit?
Have you developed a taste for it or just a weakness?
How much did you have to give, to join this club of ignorance?
Where anything goes, but nothing stays
And everyone's here, but nobody's friends
It's just the scene to be seen in
And I'm glad to leave unnoticed
Yeah, I'm glad to leave unnoticed
I'm proud to be a ghost
For all the nights of passion
Which died so long ago