I can't go on like this

without everything I always miss.

I don't think I'm meant

to find peace.

I don't have any strenght

left to find my Miss.

Something good in me is not found.

I have nothing more to show...

I stare at the ground

wishing I was below.

I might aswell disappear

'cause no one remembers I am here.

I'm so fucking tired

of constantly living in fear...

Of going through my existence wired

to a life without someone dear.

Nobody tries to understand

why I react the way I do.

So many things I can't stand...

So many things I'll never make true...

Everyone doubts my feelings,

or just dont care about them.

No one listens to my pleadings...

Not sure if even I can...

I must confess,

just like my home,

I'm filled with dirt and darkness.

Where has my light gone?

I'm bursting with stress.

When will my soothing angel come?
I have a vacant room

where no one wants to live,

but I keep cleaning it with a broom.

Damn heart I'm so willing to give.

Damn soul that is so hollow

'cause it feels so incomplete.

I don't want to wake up in a tomorrow

where my love I can't meet.