Sometimes I feel addicted to death,
sometimes I feel afraid to walk ahead...

Many faces pass me by,
none recognize me as their own...

Times will come, both happy and sad,
tears will fall, neither good nor bad...

Walking up a staircase,
mind tensed, full of uneasy thoughts...

I don't know why,
Trying to let go of you...

Afraid of what I want,
fear of losing thy...

Always thought I would see him live,
till I go off to my road...

Crazy I was,
was to wish for you...

I brought a canvas to paint something new,
I have my colors ready, to paint a new me...

Scars are deep,
Blood is dark...

Everythings in my hand,
still fear so much...

Just walking down a street,
confused about my life...