I wish I'd never lost
The desire to be
Much greater than I am
The ghost of my will roams free
Among my memories
Since the fall

No call for help
Nobody saw that something
Was really wrong until it was too late

Abandoned to my fate
I never thought
I would be easily swept up
Like the lightest straw

Brave is the man who admits
That he’s in need of help
Driven by his instinct
He prefers to face his pain

I’ve got to hold

I thought I would be
Trying to escape
From my destiny
But I just accept it
Once for all

Ineluctably
I start to foresee
The final ending
To this sad story
This endless fall