Asexual

You want me close
And I want to hang myself
Always you thinking dirty
And I can't speak

When you're watching porn
I see you
Thinking those guys
Don't look like me

I'm sorry, but I don't feel anymore
I feel depressed and asexual
I'm sorry, but I don't feel anymore
I feel nothing, everything is the same

Nothing excites me and you ask for more
I want to love you but I'm very sad
I can't even touch myself
Too lazy to change

And then all your friends say I'm boring
And repressed, and there's no way out, it seems like a curse
I don't know if it comes from education, maybe it's the fault of religion
Isn't that very much your generation?

I'm sorry, but I don't feel anymore
I feel depressed and asexual
I'm sorry, but I don't feel anymore
I feel nothing, everything is the same

You ask me for something more that I can't give you
And I feel confused and you take it personally
And it bothers me that I tell you and you don't want to listen
At this point it doesn't matter if you stay or go

(I'm sorry, I'm sorry)

I'm sorry, but I don't feel anymore
I feel depressed and asexual
I'm sorry, but I don't feel anymore
I feel nothing, everything is the same