And someday, I will choose a path,
For which I take my every breath,
And follow, will I, hopefully,
Until I reach the door of the death.
Now everything I thought I had
Slowly starts to fade from sight;
Maybe I'm the one to blame
For this dreadful mess I call my life.
Day by day, I live this lie;
In vain, I wander aimlessly,
Searching for a new escape;
But there is no escape from me.