My head is like a ***** that was hit to many times
You can hear a pin drop in this trouble soul of mine
And my heart is diamond, cause not even a bullet can make through
It’s ****** shield protecting it from everyone even you

Cause I’ve touched the ground more than once
My guilt has made a hole on the stone-cold floor
Nowadays my walk is more of an abstract dance
As my thoughts try to break my chained door

Still you wont ever hear me beg, I won’t ever cry
My thoughts maybe slowly making me mad
But in this society, I would rather die

Cause the immortals of these days, are the ones that fall
Not the ones who fought battles and won
But the ones that did nothing at all