| Afraid to open my eyes and see a new day
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| The sun bears mourning and darkens my way
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| At night when the pain sneaks in
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| No one is here to save me
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| At night, the pain is unbearable
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| Feelings break their silence
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| Nights are getting longer
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| My days are undefined
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| Thoughts devour my soul
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| Mourning bears my mind
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| Afraid of unknown feelings and certain silence
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| Lonesome dialogues — letters — the fool’s evidence
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| I wish I could talk to you, but I know it won’t come true
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| I sit here and talk to myself — writing letters to a stranger…
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| At night when the pain sneaks in
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| No one is here to save me
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| At night, the pain is unbearable
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| Feelings break their silence
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| Nights are getting longer
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| My days are undefined
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| Thoughts devour my soul
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| Mourning bears my mind
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| Desperation detains myself to write more letters
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| Letters — that quicken my desire for hopelessness
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| Sleep, deliver me from grievous night
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| Dark, unsettled, merciless night… |