No life, no love.
Just alone. No real home.
What’s in the cards for me?
I guess for a while I was able to see.
But I’m losing hope to finding a key.
What’s locked inside my heart?
I can barely feel anything, at least I’m not falling apart.
How do I put the shards of my former self back to the version of the me I used to know.
I’m like a stranger in this body, and my life is a hoax.
No soul, no sorrow, just pity, no woe.
How did things get so contorted and distorted?
I need to get out of here because everything’s unclear.
Life might be worth it if I had someone near.