Even the dead are more alive than me
I'm no human being.
I'm glowing with Lifesickness
Becoming a parody of myself
I'm turning into Meaningless
Slowly, I'm laughing at myself
Even your smiles and kisses can't help me
Past k**ed me, Future will raise me from the dead
But I don't have present anymore.
Why am I like that?
Why these sorrows, these tears?