My eyes are in drought,
Crimson tears from my heart.
My soul's screaming loud,
As dark rips it apart.
For years, I followed the road,
That was laid out for me.
It was too narrow and slowed
My way to the descending sea.
What difference it makes, who cares?
The bustle of the days goes on.
This episode of life has many tears
In what could be perfection for so long…
There’s nothing left, there’s only sorrow,
I care less if I’m alive or dead.
Another day goes by, here comes tomorrow,
I kiss your image in my head.
