In my room, where i hold
Suffering, creating hope.
I know for me, nobody would do anything.
It's just me and my faith.
Sadness all night
Trapped inside me
When i think i'm fine
I am actually worse
Tears trickle down without permission
Mark my face, stricken illusion.
There's nothing worse
To suffer heart
Tears trickle down without permission
Marking my face, stricken illusion.
There's nothing worse
To suffer heart
In this gray cloud
Can i find something that makes me shine?
A little less cold
I keep trying to turn
My pain in poetry
In difficult times
Try to discredit
I do not get tired of fighting
Sew what i call the end
I need to find
I have to mend
Was the message that i came to send
