People think they don't have a choice
Talks nonsensical and haughtiness
Most of them share melancholy stories
Mistreatment became sacrifice
I guess this is how reality is here

Behind the pair of eyes
You can see the sorrow
Every smile and laugh
Feel the agony

In the corner of my mind
It depletes me
Soul craving for serenity
My Angel, take me home

In the middle of the night
Waking up crying from a dream
Remembering the feeling
Saying your goodbyes

Age getting older, time goes by
Still grieving from things that will not change
Getting some sleep is not an escape from pain
But there I see you smile and hear your voice calling my name

Good old memories
Holding on to everything
Don’t wave your hand
Until we meet again

Leaves falling off of tress
People walking on the streets
Cars passing by
Everything is blurry

This pain and emptiness
How long am I gonna feel this?
Cuts that never heal
Carried until last minute