Its eating me alive..
Day after day, month after month,
Years are just passing by.
Passing by the windows of my small house,
Passing by the vacant streets of afternoon
And through the ghosts of my scattered dreams of sleepless nights
Lying on the floor.
I am scared to live among these carcasses.
Oh how much i long to end these nightmares.
How much i dream of becoming a lost dream myself.