I'm so sad

And I really don't know why.

Maybe is for the music I'm listening

Maybe is for feeling that I'm dead.

I'm viewing the world in a different way,

And I have a feeling it's the right way.

Why do I caress corners,

Why do I stare to the pit?

I don't know, and I don't want to know!

I've got such a strange feeling:

I look the sky and it's gray,

I look to the flowers and they're folded,

I look to me and I'm pale,

I look to my mind and it's dead.

I've got such a strange feeling...

It got me scared, morbid, masoquist; suicidal.

It's just a feeling that I have;

I walk, but I can't stand on my feet,

I see, but I can't open my eyes,

I live, but, how I wish I was dead...