You never know when it will come,

But you know it will.

You can't predict when you will feel numb,

But you know you will. 

In those moments, where do you turn?

Do you look for a fake friend?

Can they make this pain end?

Is there something for which you yearn?

Just when you think it can't get worse,

Just when you think you're finally screwed,

You see the only thing to break this curse.

Here comes your food.