A claustrophobic room,
A melancholic silence,
A haunting darkness,
Even if it's bright,
It doesn't seem light,
Even if it's fine,
It is a pain.
Even if I was wrong,
I wasn't so wrong.
Even if I hid something,
I didn't hide everything.
Even if I remained silent,
People around me turn violent.
Did I commit a grave mistake?
Or am I seen as a mistake?
Heaven doesn't give an answer,
Or it actually doesn't have one.