The woods are dark and it kind of resemble my heart,
I'm wandering while wondering how I went far apart.
I love dark places and cold weather while I'm alone,
Sometimes I just even have a party on my own.
I'm lost in my thoughts,
Just as I ought because I always feel naught.
What if I feel this way for the rest of my life?
I just want to improve my life that it is rife.
A certain darkness is needed to see the stars,
But whenever I look up the sky, I feel like I'm trapped inside the multiple jars.
I wonder how many smiles did I fake today?
I've always wanted to improve myself but I think I'm starting to decay.
Take me to the time when things were fine because it's all broken now,
I don't even have an idea how.
I am the designer of my own terrible disaster,
And I want to let my spirit fade in the fog faster.
