Clara Thomas tired of yawning

I see you in the morning
At the small café
I wander in the daylight
Stroll beneath the trees
I'm living on worries
I'm living aside
I'm tired of yawning
I'm living on lies
Well, this is not my problem
This is not the time
I don't need no troubles
Don't want you to be mine
I'm sitting in the evening
On a chair somewhere
I never liked this season
But guess that you don't care
I'm sitting in corners
I'm standing behind
Without any reason
I'm hiding inside
Well, this is not my problem
This is not the time
I don't need no troubles
Don't want you to be mine
A whisper in the dark night
A sign for me to rise
Unconscious on the main road
With no one in my sight
Well, this is not my problem
This is not the time
I don't need no troubles
Don't want you to be mine
Well, this is not my problem
This is not the time
I don't need no troubles
Don't want you to be mine