You may or may not take my words to heart,
But at least one can't say I didn't try...
My heart beats emptily
pushing wind through...
Everyone rips it open
Intoxicated on life, love, drink or drug...
Cynical, disconsolate, destitute - quiet do your...
Nothing greater than a sibilation you poor...
Oh autumn in the middle of spring
Every day I try to run but always slow down...
Even when life gives me something I actually want,
It will still decide to take something away...
Every human is searching for commodity,
Seeking love, friendship, longing for a hope...
The time for saving is past
life or death is before me...
I've lost my way
I can't keep up...
I want you to touch me,
In the darkest, dirtiest...
I feel like running,
But I've got nowhere to go...
I have always been useless
never could get good grades...