Lyrics November - Säkert!

Is this all there is?
I aim the question to you all
But you have not answered this
You're working nine to five, you ache from inside
And you're tired, have some coffe, then you're tired again
And it's the small victories, a ballpoint pen that's new
The feeling of the cold and how it never broke through
A scournful smile that never came
Someone new who walks past you and doesn't look away

Let's travel to another continent
Help out at a hospital
Or what ever it is they do
Our heads feels like we do and something
Make up for every time we never did anything
What good would I be dizzy at the sight of blood
I would take a notepad and lie still useless in the mud
I guess I would be useless wherever I would be
I aim that to you all and I heard no one disagree