I hold my breath so you won't hear me Scream,
When you walk away..

It isn't about the people who left,
It's about the people who was left behind..

Life is a bloody Bastard,
Time is it's Assistant,
Along with Emotions,
They send Humanity into chaos...

Let's close our eyes and go back to when we're 5 years old..
And never have to worry about anything..

Don't smile at me...
When you know you're about to cry...

Hard to let go..
Harder to hold on...

Don't ask me to choose, cause not choosing is also a decision.

We are the Children of God,
Victims of Reality and Slaves of Hell..

How could you walk a mile for me, while I've only taken a step for you?

If reality has a face, it must be snickering at me