Because the lack of faith,
Because I have nothing to offer
Because I think i'm not enough
Because it's always been like that

Chances are given generously,
The fibers of me are aware,
But there's a soul, deep within,
That's pulling down  into the abyss

And it's just the other part of me,
Another color of my heart
With different shades of gray
Lifeless and always crying.

It's too soon for me to think,
Too soon to accept things,
Too soon to get hurt,
Too soon to fall down...

Too soon to fail myself.
Nothing's ever enough,
For a heart like mine,
With stabbed septum.