Day after day is going by, but things aren’t getting better,
I don’t feel less, I don’t feel good, and I still wait for something.
I know I can’t describe it all, and I can’t send a letter,
It means a lot to me, for you it’s just another dumb thing…
Week after week, as time flies by, I feel this empty buzzing
Inside my soul and in my heart, it’s empty all around…
I thought I could and I was strong, then who am I becoming?
A broken someone, very weak, but not someone profound.
What if I fail, what if I can’t, what if I lose this battle?
What is my way to save my soul? What do I have to do?
Can someone kill me like they do, when slaughtering some cattle?
I guess a .45 could do the job and solve the torture too…
Month after month will go right by, and life will seem routine-ish,
I’ll learn to smile, I will pretend that everything is awesome.
The day when I decide the time has come for the pain to finish,
Will be the day when flowerless cactuses will blossom…