Even in the midst of flowing time, I feel languid, look, spinning around and around.
I can't even see the heart that's leaving me, yes, I don't know
I can't even get myself to move, I continue to be washed down the cracks of time.
I don't know anything about what's around me, I'm just me and no more.
Am I dreaming? Am I seeing nothing? My words are useless even if I speak.
... I'm just tired of being sad, I should go on without feeling anything.
Even if I'm given the words I'm at a loss for, my heart just won't pay attention.
If I move myself away, if I change everything, I鈥檒l turn it black.
Is there a future for someone like me? Do I exist in a world like this?
Is this painful now? Is it
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