I know what kind of face I should make.
Tracing my mind without any place that I could call my home.
I shouldn't be crying between nightmares,
knowing how I should look and what I have to do.
So, I'll continue be in the abyss.

All I can do is to imagine,
that someday this cursed life would come to an end.
Running and falling down, embracing the pain that doesn't heal.
The world is waiting for this moment to come.

Tender emotions that's creating a bug,
consequences made for obeying.
Fragile thoughts while risking my life,
not a single word was spoken.

Uncertain voices are whispering deep inside,
beyond the spiral that I can reach for a helping hand.
I wish I could move forward,
Pursuing to be strong and yet I'm all alone.

This pitch-black bottom of the night will surround me,
deep inside this endless maze.

Do you see me in a mess?
Pathetic as it is, more or less.
Just like a corpse without a soul inside,
I am nothing.