I live in a world of death, where I can't find a place for myself?
I was the only one who stayed, watching all hope fade
So many former friends unlearned what it meant to be alive
Not just to pretend to live while they barely exist
There is no right life in the wrong one
I never wanted to live their numbing life gone wrong
They waste their time in pointless jobs
They get addicted, they drink a lot
They beat and hurt the ones they love
They stumble and give up when things get tough
They'll die alone, enslaved by drugs
With tears in their eyes, they pray to God
They lose all trials, they are outlawed
Becoming ghosts, walking abroad
We all are casualties
Numb, hurt and blind
With nothing to leave behind
We lost our battles
But we go on
Already dead when we were born
This crisis ends
When everything's collapsing
When tiny daisies
Break through the cracked blacktop
When I become the flower
You walk by and spit on
At least, I will be blooming
For some shitty weeks in June
What will you do with the time given to you?
What will you do with the time given to you?