I isolate myself
I cry
I'm afraid of the future
And If I die?
And if I fall to the floor and do not feel alive?
So I cry
I cry

When a feeling is not felt and you make it numb
He's awake in dreadful ways and it hurts
Would this be a storm in a teacup?
If I drive someone mad with my natural state
Revoke everything I've done until today
And I pray
Not knowing what for

I isolate myself
I cry
I'm afraid of the future
And If I die?
And if I fall to the floor and do not feel alive?
So I cry
I cry
I cry

If I die at the intersection of my thoughts
For being blindfolded, having awful losses
Obeying the sacred stomach butterflies
Over a dead body, the anthill will survive

Often unable to breathe
And I also couldn't get repairs
Whenever I lacked air
Sometimes all you need is less