Not again, just stop it, please,
don't cry, you are killing yourself,
You will die!
I'll die anyway, if i won't or will cry,
In any scenario I will still die.
If my reason will win, and the useless emotions will shut,
Then I wont crack, like a nut.
I'll stay strong and unbearably dry,
And after the last drop is gone, i'll still die.
If the satisfying tears will take the charge,
If the temptation of sadness will be just too large,
It will consume me, I'll forget where I've been,
I won't know how to stop, even where to begin.
I wonder what will happen if I'll try,
Will I die?

I guess i'm too afraid to check it out..
What if I won't find the way out?

And while i'm trying to decide on the side,
I'm not sure if I'm alive...

Trapped in their own minds, though convinced they are not.
Tying their problems in a big giant knot,
That is bound to their back, while they are looking for the perfect spot.
The one that when you finely on it,
Fulfilment washes you from inside,
The one that on it you dont have to hide,
No more! no way I will share or give even the smallest piece, of this overwhelming bliss.
Ill fight for it like i never did, there is nothing else i need.. oh **t!
Im trapped, again, what a fool i have been,
im stuck again in this perfect place im in.
Im so scared to loose what i got
Am i free? Oh no **** not.

They act as if they are so sure,
As if their actions are so mature.
Like there is no doubt in their so perfectly planned way,
Even though they're heading all together to their own last day.
This act is their only shield from the truth they all know very well,
That they are falling in a deep deep well,
They know what is waiting for them at the end of the fall,
And yet, they prefer to pretend there is nothing at all.
Poor little people so hopeless so scared,
Please tell me, are you afraid?

Sometimes I feel so old,
So old, as if my existence is already covered with mold.
So old, as if my body is emptied so well,
That all I'm left with is just a shell.
Hopelessly crawling thru the last days of my life,
Eagerly waiting for death's sharp knife.
Oh yes, it's so close, I can fill it in my veins,
So close to the freedom from lifes restrains.

I have to face the facts,
To accept the perfectness this world lacks.
So I can bear my existence thru the scenes,
Whatever that means..
While trying to fight,
I observe how illusory my might.
Sometimes I think I'm right,
but then I see I'm not so bright.
So I seek the only thing, I guess I have the control on -
the power to not think, just observing what's going on.
And to this only might I hold tight,
But once I do - it instantly slips thru my mind.

They say it means something, your life.
They say, go study, get a wife.
Just trust us, leave your worries,
Just trust us, and enjoy life's glories.
But wait its not eternal, it is quite short,
I have to think about what I got.
Oh, come on, don't bother, Look at your father, he lived like no other with your adorable mother.
Yeah, but now he's gone, it has to be considered.
Oh please, just drink this and stop being so weird.

Is it possible to make?
Or to try is a mistake…
Maybe all our world is fake,
And we are not even awake...
I want to know! For god sake!