Sometimes it feels like
The only thing you've ever wanted
Is the only thing
That doesn't wants you back.

Sometimes it feels like
The only thing you used to be so good at
Doesn't want you to be
Anymore good to it back.

Sometimes it feels like
The only things you ever thought
Were yours
Doesn't wish to be yours anymore.

Sometimes it feels like
all virtues you've always had
Are making their way
Far, faraway from you.

Sometimes it feels like
There isn't anything left
The heart's so frustrated
The brain tired
And our soul
Misses, misses
It's inner sire.