| While looking for the answers,
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| Only questions come to mind.
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| 'Cause I’ve been lost in circles
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| Wish seems now for quite some time.
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| And I don’t know how I came here,
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| Even how I got this far.
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| All I can tell you, is my fate
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| Is written in the black stars.
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| Well, what am I supposed to do?
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| Bless myself,
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| This perfect hell of my own
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| Is the best I’ve ever known.
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| Tell me something I don’t want to know.
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| 'Cause I can’t believe so.
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| What am I supposed to do?
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| I’ve become sick of everyone now.
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| And I don’t feel remorse for the forgotten.
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| And I don’t care at all.
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| I’ve become sick of everyone now.
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| And I don’t pray to voice all of the problems.
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| And I don’t care at all.
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| Take me away,
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| I’m sick of everyone, today.
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| I’m not okay,
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| But I’m fine this way.
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| I need no change
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| To take me away
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| I’m coming down, fell apart.
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| It’s hard to keep together when you don’t know where to start.
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| I’ve become sick of everyone now.
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| And I don’t feel remorse for the forgotten.
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| And I don’t care at all.
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| I’ve become sick of everyone now.
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| And I don’t pray to voice all of the problems.
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| I’m sick of everyone. |