How can emptiness feel so heavy?
How can a brighter day seems so dark?
How come I feel sad when I'm alive?
How come I regret having this kind of life?

I've been in my own world lately.
Black and White, that's my whole story.
Teardrops slowly falling into my hands,
Oh, I see, it's the only clear thing remains in me.

We're slaves of our own emotions,
We're prisoner of our own depression.
You're still breathing, you're the lucky ones,
Most of us are heaving through courrupted lungs.

A music without rhythm
A heart without a beat
Scars don't heal when you keep cutting.
You're just getting numb when its bleeding.

Trying to find my way,
To escape this calamity.
As I fall asleep,
All my emotions begin to sleep.