One step to an open window
My skin feels the cold air.

Where can i go?
Far from this world

A man disappointed by life
The truth is a poisoned sharp knife

Where can i go?

I can’t pretend i feel no pain
This inner torture is all i gain
My plan was doomed to failure, and i’m sure
All i can do’ll never heal this sore

Lost my friendships
Can’t change the things
Wasting my head
Drowned in my troubles….

So now i’m in front of this window
A line between future and past
Two figures lost, they don’t tally no more
Lies pollution is wasting my head

….drowned in my troubles again.