it's just this small creature
this weak human being
who walks around the memories and pictures
that in her mind she's carrying
she thinks theres no reason for crying
death look up on her like a volture
she dosen't really know why she wanders
step after step the destination is even more blurred
is there hope, she wonders
to ever one day heal my sick head
she runs and runs towards the cliff
the journey broke her, she's almost collapsing
she wants to stop the suffering
she wants to stop all the voices in her head
they're too loud and yet forever unheard 🖤
