Sitting at the back, my body still,
my eyes in motion...

All this time,
I had your hand...

Darkness clouds,
Whats happy inside...

Pages of my diary,
Full of myself...

I can't accept whats real,
when your'e not there...

A day like any other,
again I saw her walking by...

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

Falling down, one too many,
like the cold tearing drops of sky...

I have a box full of nothing,
I made it when I was little kid...

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

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

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