What my heart has inside?
Where's the origin of my despair?
Where must I hammer my final line?
How do I anticipate my own end?
Now do you witness my eyes shut?
A new day will dawn

And I scribble these words.
Pain flows black, indelible,
Ink smears my thoughts.
Typewriter!
And I scribble these words.
Pain flows black, indelible,
Ink smears my thoughts.
Dying!

Lonely, I'm conscious I'm dead yet,
But my hope is still alive and clings
Under the weight of staring eyes.
Oh, my hope is still alive.

I'm an open book and take a look through your lens.
The speechless whispers of unachieved painful chapters.
Paralyzed by the thirst to enjoy my peaceful darkness.
I've scribbled these words over the waves of my thoughts.
My hope is still alive.

Lonely, I'm conscious I'm dead yet,
But my hope is still alive and clings
Under the weight of staring eyes.
Oh, my hope is still alive.
Lonely, I'm conscious I'm dead yet,
But my hope is still alive and clings
Under the weight of staring eyes.
I'm still alive...

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