Oh there I am, standing like a lifeless body pale.
Waiting for that feeling to come.
I Wait, I wait, I wait, but there is none.
Neither there is sympathy, nor a care for the world.
It's the same as being everywhere, while being done.
We all will be reduced to nothingness,
but until we turn into a corpse, let us be the mourner, without regretting something that was ours once.
Why can't I feel anything? I do care, but I don't.
Don't you get it? I don't wanna play this act of being me anymore.
She cries for me. she lives for me. Hell, she even prays for me. Am I her, or is she just a phase?
I can't decide, without being a carcass yet.