I am fading away
Every passing day,

Cannot count all the wounds and injures
So tired of all the closing doors,

Too weaks to go on
Knowing that soon I will be gone,

Scared of every breath I take
Expecting the last one I will not wake,

Too many wounds to count
Loosing my dazed soul, it will never be found,

Every single hope to be,
loses itself and abandons me

Dissapointment means life
And to the blurry fog I dive

Don't have a single soul to be helped from
And so, I dissapear in my own invisible storm.