Not In My Palace

Maybe its too easily fit, no problems are as hard as before Look for me under the pillows hiding from self-created danger Sucking the dust For what's left Well go on I'm the last to know But don't ask me if it hurts, for I don't know I've lost sense of pain or I just don't give a damn What do you care anyway, you always second-hand me I'm like a spare tire who is used, when the first one breaks Sorry if I'm out of style,