The story ends before being begun
The turning point is the start again
What you didn't need becomes your obsession
What you aimed to be becomes your damnation
Too far from reality, but too close to myself
Then, everyday's a new white page
But the last one's yet been ripped
And I can't help but run
Just to find one more night, to forsake
Senses stagger while you drag yourself worn out
A knife which wounds without ever killing you
More deprived every time, more listless, more unconcerned
Then, everyday's a new white page
But the last one's yet been ripped
And I can't help but run
Just to find one more night, to forsake
Everyday's a new white page
Everyday's a new white...