why do you feel so alive
why do you not want to die
all caught up in life
like thousand years can get by
say i'm running out of time
when i want to run out of life
everyone's the same at some point
to the point you can't rely
thinking that nothing works for myself
in times of everyone's triumph
trying to see through your new eyes
sparkling like a faraway star
that has long been killed by time
and soon will lose its life
just as no one remembers
well, to my surprise i'm staring at
my reflection,
i was the one who bore the light