Clouds fallen on earth.
Cover plants with dew again...

I watch the sun go down.
Silently without a sound...

I walk down the road again
though there are hardships...

The wind is blowing
Nature is showing...

I walk on thin glass,
Above a deep ravine...

I try not to care
But this burden I bear...

I can't lie to myself anymore.
I need to stop looking at the door...

My life is never what I dreamed of.
All the thoughts and images I shove...

These are my thoughts,
And I have sought...

False Illusions of hope
Thought I could cope...

This feeling of insecurity.
Makes me want to die...

Springtime fills the air,
And I could swear...