Oh, she walks slowly, across a young man's room
She said I'm ready...for you
I can't remember anything to this very day
'Cept the look, the look...
Oh, you know where, now I can't see, I just stare...

I, I'm still alive
Hey I, but, I'm still alive
Hey I, boy, I'm still alive
Hey I, I, I, I'm still alive, yeah
Ooh yeah...yeah yeah yeah...oh...oh...

Is something wrong, she said
Well of course there is
You're still alive, she said
Oh, and do I deserve to be
Is that the question
And if so...if so...who answers...who answers...


Holidays passed, slowly. Glad to be at work again.
Not really actually, the walls of my cell are closing in on me.
You're not happy anymore. I can't find the strength to smile.
I stopped talking to you. There's no point in it either way.
You never really listen. You claim to understand, and yet you hurt me,
over and over again. I miss life. Living. People. I crave for a little light in my darkness.
I keep on naggin' about it, I know. Is shouldn't. I hurt people. The only people that still care for me.
But I can't be living this lie much longer. I was right all along. No one wants to hear what's really going on.
They all want to hear I'm doing well. No one can cope with this. This everlasting darkness. Not even me.
I'd grow bored of it too.
Tables won't be turning for me though. Fortuna's wheel has stopped at rock bottom.
How endure hell in it's purest form?
Did I really die that night?
Why is no one mourning?
On how many worlds must I die before I can be alive again?
I'll have to do better next time.
I didn't change. No matter what they tell me. I didn't. I'm still the same. Lamehearted coward.
Why is it so hard to leave this place?
There's nothing left for me here anyways.
Why can't I just go?
I'm not scared, I don't want to be here, it just doesn't make sense if I leave now.
An yet. Who cares about sense at a time like this? Only me. Only little old me.
There's no sense in dying, no logical course of events... And still, I need to have the right things happen before I can go on with it. Because if it doesn't make sense.
If I just go ahead and kill myself,
I won't find peace. Because I didn't finish it.
Play the game to the end.
Finish what you've started...
please let me go?
I beg of you.
Only two confirmations left.
Only two who have to give their permission.
Regardless of what they want.
I can't be 30, I've said it a million times, I die at 30. I won't live to grow older than that. I've known that since birth.
Why can't I move it up a bit. Not even a whole year?
A few months, tops.
Let me go?