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.
I lost something so important to me.
Good Game, Well Played.