While blessed face of rain is washing the time,
While weight of your soul is holding your freedom close to
the ground
You're Alone walking down the streets in animated town of
your imagination...
Your melancholy brings you to the times of love, to the
times of anger.
Minds... those wonders shooting the dark with empty cuts of
memories-windows.
Depressions is all you left behind.
Suicide is a dream, but you're too weak to get over with
life - the only thing you have.