I am barely hanging on a thin rope
As my body is growing cold and I fall
I hear my voice echoed back from the walls and there is nothing to call 'my own'
I'm alone
It's like a dream but I cannot wake up
It's like a state from which I seemed I came out
But I can't take, I can't take down these thoughts of being gone
I can't be saved anymore
As I return to the void
What will be left of me if my life worth nothing?
As my mind has been weaved of fears
Seems like I'm out of time
When my life is done everything becomes so much easier
I have wasted all my time and I've turned to what I have despised
When last line is drawn there is nothing more left for me here
I will write an epitaph with my dead but still half beating heart
I am barely hanging on a thin rope
As my body is growing cold and I fall
I hear my voice echoed back from the walls
Cause there is nothing to call 'my own'
Am I wrong?
I had a choice that has ruined my life
I had a countless wasted and sleepless nights
Where I rethinking all of my thoughts
About the seeming meaning of every repeating word
I wish I could stop being who I am, stop living in this ugly shell
I am so ashamed: won't convey it in words
I have nowhere left to go, even to heavens
I'd like to get out my head
I'd like to lock it and block it and never return to it
I would like, I would like to forget about everything I've had
I spent my life in regret
As I return to the void
What will be left of me if my life worth nothing?
As my mind has been weaved of fears
When my life is done everything becomes so much easier
I have wasted all my time and I've turned to what I have despised
When last line is drawn there is nothing more left for me here
I will write an epitaph with my dead but still half beating useless heart
I am out of time