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To be out of place, it hurts so much
If you don't experience it, it cannot be known
My ideal and what is reality
They're so far, far away

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Life is a world that
sometimes you cannot say
When tomorrow comes
how different its gonna be?
Why do love and hate sound just the same to me?
And ash is a thing that someday we should be

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When it rains I
Get a little feeling that I do have a friend
Keeps knocking on my windows Asks me if I’m doing well
And I answer, I’m still a hostage of life
I don’t live because I can’t die But I’m chained to something

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I left,
but can never get to leave once
You say you wanna die,
but live it much harder
You say you wanna let go
but put on another weight
Thinking of not thinking at all
is still a thinking, you know?

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Things don’t always go as intended
Discomfort is something everyone has to withstand
The repetition of dramatic situations can make your life exhausting
People are like that
When you’re not there, you want to be there, and when you are, you don’t want to
Who said people are animals of wisdom?