I'm just a blink of an eye in history
Mesmerized from deep inside
Just a need to recognize the misery
Of an unintended experience
The epitaph for myself
Got hurt by the promise of salvation
Breathing in silence
Am I here to fear, at last
A product of the past
The victim of my sadness
Now I struggle to forget
I'm left with nothing more than pain
The price I have to pay
Inhale the hope and grow
Through the art of being alone
Everything seemed to make sense a little while
I should have turned, once long ago
Eyes cold as ice, chase the shadows from within
Demoralized, deep inside
An epigram for myself
Composed by the lack of upcoming changes
Of different places
Am I here to fear, at last
A product of the past
The victim of my sadness
Now I struggle to forget
I'm left with nothing more than pain
The price I have to pay
Inhale the hope and grow
Through the art of being alone
I'm tumbling like a stone, crumbling away
I'm fading through a haze, without leaving a trace
Am I here to fear, at last
A product of the past
The victim of my sadness
Now I struggle to forget
I'm left with nothing more than pain
The price I have to pay
Inhale the hope and grow
Through the art of being alone
