Sometimes I feel addicted to death,
sometimes I feel afraid to walk ahead...

Many faces pass me by,
none recognize me as their own...

Times will come, both happy and sad,
tears will fall, neither good nor bad...

I don't know why,
Trying to let go of you...

Walking up a staircase,
mind tensed, full of uneasy thoughts...

Afraid of what I want,
fear of losing thy...

Crazy I was,
was to wish for you...

Always thought I would see him live,
till I go off to my road...

I brought a canvas to paint something new,
I have my colors ready, to paint a new me...

Everythings in my hand,
still fear so much...

Scars are deep,
Blood is dark...

Winds have gone,
still more to come...