It's painful, it's sad, it's regrettable, so bad that I want to stop, but yet I'm not even allowed to do that, living while everything falls apart.
It's too painful, it's too detestable,
Everything being so futile, I want to erase all, abandon anything and everything, fly off to our desirable future.
Without understanding anything, I hold onto the hope. My dreams of the future. Without saying anything to you, my dreams run rampant. Wild hopes, so cheap in this kingdom of rules.
Just where is the goal?
What is the possibility of dreams, in this strict ruled prison. We chase and chase, but too frightened to actually do. Who are we, what are we, is there anything we can ever do?
