I’ve been powerless,

I took no rest.

Trying to fix it, regardless,

I was so lost into my madness.

You see, I’m no God,

this life isn’t made of gold.

I guess that’s how a loser feels, after all,

this is how I fall.

Someone helded me,

into her hands.

Now it’s all gone,

it was all wrong.

But I’m keeping it all,

into my heart,

I have no longer a goal.

Just remembering

The good things,

I already cut off the strings.

I’m taking it all inside,

no longer trying to flee,

everything I lived,

will always be a part of me…