I 'm maybe not so unique,
I seem to get it all wrong when I'm angry and when I try to speak.
I know I misbehaved, and that you always forgave,
now I understand that you just turned into a silent cave.
I wish I could redo some of all these hurting moves,
I really wish that I had time left to improve.
But as I'm lying here imagining figures in the concrete ceiling above,
I realize, this is my last day.
Now all this is perfectly clear and it feel s like I 'm going insane.
Lying here still fully awaiting the darkness to take me away from this pain.
This is my last day.
The darkness is taking me away from this pain.
So weak.
Once I was stronger than a lion, with an enormous physique.
Now I'm just bleak, desperately trying to shut the leak, to where my life seems to seek.
I wish I could redo some of these hurting moves.
I really wish that I had time left to improve.
Now all this is perfectly clear and it feels like I 'm going insane.
Lying here still fully awaiting the darkness to take me away from this pain.
This is my last day.
The darkness is taking me away from this pain.
