The sun is gone, the Earth is rotting
I'm so afraid of being forgotten

I don't care about much
love, hobbies, life, all that and such

We tend to use our words as weapons
No one can express love for their blessings

I'm locked away in a broken mind
There's no happiness that I can find

I lay still on the ground
lost, hopeless just waiting to be found

will you help me please
I have a bad disease

melancholy is my best friend
her and i together until the end