‘Tis 12 in the morning
Staring at the dark ceiling, wide awake
While everybody’s still and all asleep

Tears fall
It’ll never stop until blood sheds out
I felt that I’ve already lost my sense of self
And all I blame is my rotten past

When will I learn
I’m all devastated
Will I ever get enough of this devastation?
Or should I resort to mutilation?

Can’t think of a way to get out from this maze
Can’t find a way
I’m fed up from all these haze!

One of these days
You might find laughing
You might see me crying
You might meet me crawling

You might say I’m crazy
But I might as well condescend
Nothing in this world has been easy

It’s hard to see
It’s hard to breathe
It’s hard to feel
It’s hard to survive

And it’s all in my perception
Living a dead life
Is something I made existing.