I've been standing, waiting for the boat
I don't care what happens to me anymore
I lost my motive, I lost my reason
There's no one who can bring me back to sanity
They say I went with the wind
Like the smoke of a cigarette
I was a pleasant time
That went with the rain
Life was kind to me
I had a good story for myself
I wanted to be a puppet
I'd rather be the one who pulls the strings
I stopped yearning for the riches of this world
They're small and fleeting
I looked for what was beyond my eyes
I found nothingness after the end
I got to know every corner of the world
I still wanted more
Was I looking for justice?
I forgot what to look for
Answers are empty questions
They are the infinity that ends in madness
I saw from above what existed
It was a silent solitude
Life was kind to me
It had a good story for myself
I wanted it to be a puppet
I prefer to be the one who pulls the strings
I stopped yearning for riches of this world
They are small and fleeting
I looked for what was beyond my eyes
I found nothingness after the end
I wait for sky to me the little to story for me
I wanted it to be a puppet
I prefer to be the one who pulls the strings
I stopped yearning for riches of this world
They are small and fleeting
I looked for what was beyond my eyes
I found nothingness after the end
I wait for the boat that comes for me
Maybe it will bring me back if it questions its purpose
Will there be someone to talk to on the other side?
I still have questions that torment me