It is too dark outside,
Why do you think there is a point in fighting for the light?
In here everything goes to hell,
Maybe in the other dimension, we are feeling better today.
Who knows, perhaps one day we will be more of a man.
It is always too late to say how you feel
It is useless cause no one cares for a real.  
Is there anyone who can understand,
Anyone who can make stain feels less of a pain.
Someone who can help you gain in a life game.  
That can cure your damaged brain.
Is there a way of getting loose from this painful place?
In which you don't live but you hardly even breathe.
You can not see farther than few streets.
It is so sad; it is a pain in the ***.
No reason to rest,
You can only think why you can’t be sent to another space.
Somewhere you can do something with your rest.
Maybe another universe that isn’t in all this mess.