My life and soul has always been like an overcrowded subway station,
everyone rushing to run away from being struck by my own damnation,
their faces getting blurred, I can’t recognize anyone anymore,
only thing I see clearly is my life from my hands pour,
But who am I to judge? I would do the same if I were them,
perhaps that is where my problems really stem,
I see my issues and my faults, my every wrong step,
but I do nothing but blame it on that I haven’t slept,
those who stay I push away, sooner or later,
so for my own lonely abyss I am the sole creator,