You know how to be alone,
My hands are slipping from the Throne.
Ow how i feel alone,
The things i wanted go by,
You will never feel how am i,
These things are blurry on my mind,
Will I ever live to see my kind,
Or will I die?
These questions never dissapear,
Am i the only one to live to see the point,
Or will i die trying to be on front,
These things never dissapear,
My mind goes clear,
What do i want?
What's the point?
If i die nothing happens,
Just another soul will fade to no point,
If i lived for a reason why don't i see it,
Fading forever these reasons,
So be it,
I should live to see another reason.