how i miss the old me.
what i think is right or wrong,
still i'd go on.
convinced it will end.
there on the edge,
i'd be found dead as someone pushes a blade in my mind.
tell me,
why?
why is everything wrong?
why do i write these words,
which i don't really know how to say?
open my eyes.
please take my hands,
and lead me.
i need help.
i am in need of someone.
i am unable to tell you,
i am trying to tell myself,
nothing is wrong.
now i just knew that i am so afraid to open my eyes,
to see that i am the song that no one sings.
- he says.
