And in the end it's just me and my misery,
Singing together in a voice unbearable.
Looking the world beyond far, with vision scattered
For the delight is more than I can handle.

Dwelling into the riddles,
Hard I try to get stuck in the middle.
Nor I can fly, nor can I die
For the wings of freedom and my hands, to ground, are tied.

Fix me, heal me, fuse me to life
These are words, upon I rely.
No one hears, no one tries
I wonder if it's time to say goodbye.