I draw with silver 'till it turns red
Not on surface, but in depth
I draw in time, in life, in motion
I draw in pain and create art

I want to leave now
I can't do it anymore
I beg you end this

The worst thing when you know what you need
Is when your needs are not met
And you know you have to leave
But you tell yourself "Not yet".
Then you hope they will change,
But you know that's not fair.
You can't ask them to do that
When you can't do it yourself.
Now you cry in the dark
And you're lonely and scared.
"What if there's no one there?"
"What if no one here cares?"
Now you have an eternity
To live by yourself
And they say: "You'll be free!",
But is it freedom?
Or hell?

When did I forget?
I want to remember how it feels
To love and to be loved without regrets.
Now I wonder...
Will I ever feel it again?