Following any direction
Standing in time without knowing
The wounds are too deep to heal
And I don't even know where to start
Can I say I was released from the virus?
That fighting is not just in vain?
But being alone is distressing
Will the angels ever cry for me?
I know that life can be hard
And many wept the same tears
I swear I’m trying to do my best
And succumbing to this can be lethal
I will dedicate my life
Only to myself
The cure is not beyond me
Can I say I am not the cure for the virus?
And is it in vain to think that I cannot fight?
Being alone is relaxing
I don't want anyone crying for me
