• My dreams seem to haunt me,
    my life seems trivial,
    almost as if my mind is against me.

    My heart is dieing,
    as it whithers my
    soul just cries.
    To go back to mutter the words.
    My heart can't take it,
    my soul is drowning,
    my mind is attacking,
    and all the while...
    my body,
    its begging,
    to receive the message
    to tell you,
    Goodbye