Struck by a lightning, in a dark night
While nightingale's songs fade to silence...

Do you know?
How much poetry there is in your eyes...

Every awakening sunrise
Takes away the chance to realize...

I can't take the life I'm living
And the sound of worthless tries...

Whenever I try to hold on to my soul
Whenever I try to put fragments together...

Are there words to explain?
How your dagger broke my soul...

The skies turning gray, the falling rain
In the center of the storm, emotions remain...

It hits and it hurts and it burns, deep inside
You can choose between attempting suicide...

A too powerful need to mourn
The joy I once saw in your eyes...

Years passed away, like my simple melody
And all the joy I felt is just a memory...

I lay in a bed with my eyes wide open
So much pain in my heart, I cannot sleep...

I could take a knife and stab thee
For a pure psychotic need...