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In my room I asked myself questions |
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Looking for something which could engage my thoughts |
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Closing my eyes, looking for what I need |
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Void is invading me, nothingness (is) my host |
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Details and sounds are bothering me |
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Feeling that I don't get enough time before me |
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Can't think anymore, panic is entering my senses |
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(I) create futile actions, ignore consequences |
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-Stand by your friends |
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-I fill my heart |
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-Don't move away |
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-Of grudge and pain |
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-Don't cross the fence |
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-Can't face my last |
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-I hold your hand |
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-Amazement |
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There is such recurrence in my head |
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Treatments couldn't stop this tedium |
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Fear of being unsatisfied |
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Passion against envy |
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I wait for sleepiness to wake up |
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The day which makes me live again |
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I'll reach this idea |
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Then, the next is you |
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Can reach this idea |