All corners of the house are haunted by old memories.
I lost control and the imaginary point of support .
All that's left was the silent,even the tears dried.
And the ghosts of what I might have been suffocates me late at night.
The worst days always pass slowly.
I won't be another face on the crowd.
I won’t be nothing at all
clinging with what I might have been　
I'm trying to get more lucky this time
I am trying to be stronger this time
I'm trying to have a little more of time
I'm waiting for the next moment . Not to die.
All is a dive in a black lake with no sirens singing .
I lost control again ,inside the the walls is not safe but out there it's not safe anyway.
All that's left was the need a little more sleep
fear of imminent future and how much more I’ll pay to get there