Why am I holding me strongly from the edge?
Looking to the sky at this moment
Missing in the middle of now nowhere
I feel that it started to hurt again
But leaves are falling slowly while tears are becoming
An opened wound in my heart
Then I'm frightened in the entrance of a dark alley
Where fake stimulations blind your consciousness
Letting to the false sensations pull yourself to the abstract corner of the cortex
Now wounds becomes scars by a painful and fervent drug
Drunk, stoned or high on coke
Why am I holding me strongly from this abyss
Where a light is too dark inside
(Just) like my feelings about your sudden loss
About your sudden loss
About an opened wound
About an opened soul