I stitched but it's still visible I came knocking but it seems I'm invisible I'm too tired to pick up the shards In a lonely night where I hug my knees weeping on my pillow, covered with sheet feeling the pain What should I do, my soul is wreck Nocturnal thoughts hooting like an owl in the wilds I'm surrounded by darkness and all I feel is sadness This is what I call madness because I'm just... I'm just so helpless.*