A shadow, a Valley, Darknesses encroach
I sit in silence as my foe approach
Infinite battle until my defeat
No matter how hard I Compete

Imminent Invasion, Imminent Attack
Not even the medicine can hold it back
I can smell my own loneliness
It is the scent of Inadequacy

As my heart goes on beating
I am a slave to my own Feeling
For no Love could Liberate
This pathetic Ingrate