While staring at the ceiling I was overwhelmed by the feeling I am certain that I am alone And I thought about how vast this universe must be And why there's so much suffering in this world And the only thing I have is a pen and this broken voice To scream into the nothing of this night And I asked myself the question: do you ever think that you'll be saved? And I, I answered back: "No. Who the f*ck do you think is going to save you now? When you can't love anything, especially yourself..." Then suddenly an indifference to this world And everything took over me Because I thought that this would change over time But as usual I was wrong Maybe this is why I can't breathe at night And maybe this is why people cry: Because we're all a vast mistake that universe made when it unwillingly entered life And if by chance you're one of the lucky ones, save yourself Because the rest of us are doomed to a life of solitude There is nothing left in this world for me