Thick air in my lungs
it's not so easy
you know,
it's hard to be the one watched from above
and it's heavy down here.
perhaps I thought this time could be different

The same smoke as I am trying to breath
I'm barefoot trapped inside the silence
it's obvious-
People prefer looking at things with their eyes closed
you know I'll never tell
when I'm not asked.

I can't point it exactly,
I tripped somewhere on my way
and now I'm drowning.
Don't let me down

I guess that is my problem
my hope would not drown with me.