I haven't slept since Thursday
and I'm drowning in my bed...
I sit,
waiting nothing to give birth to peace of heart...
Every year
Same old ritual...
Deterioration....
Wasting away...
I'm the waves of the ocean
That just pass by...
Born to be free; to soar high in the sky
Born for happiness, and not simply to cry...
Why should I stay? So I could listen to you tell...
Some people
are really sick...
I've had enough
Of pain and sorrow...
I'm about to compose my suicidal symphony.
The eyes of my ghosts gaze grudgingly into me...
There's a blade to my skin;
Tears in my eyes...
Here comes the tears
Here comes the past...