These feelings I'm feeling, they're slowly building.
No matter how much I keep trying, It's still quite revealing.
There's something missing, I've tried looking.
I'm still wondering and thinking, what's the meaning.
Every time it's morning, I'm falling,
But I start questioning, Am I truly willing?
My thoughts starts speaking, I'm carefully listening.
Then again where I'm going, would I be leaving?
Or would I be staying, But where would this be leading?
I've tried believing, I've got nothing;
Something that I'm doing, Is it worth living?
Am I resisting, Should I be fleeing
What am I doing? , voices starts exploding.
Why am I still running, I'm not the one leading.
I'm just only hoping, it would start healing.
I'm still bleeding.
I'm dying.
I'm a human being.
So am I dreaming?
'Cause I'm still breathing.
Resistance is futile when I'm losing.
The truth is killing
Because no way I would be winning.

When their was no reason to live.
Life was useless, better to give.

You were frustrated and pumped.
From top of roof you jumped.

It was just a matter of second
yet enough to live whole life in this errand.

Ups and downs of life passed through your eyes.
You wished to give your life another try.

But now it was too late.
Worldly life had already closed its gate.

Your delicate body crashed into the ground.
It all ended with a dull and feeble sound.