As a lotus flower is born in water, grows in water and rises out of water to stand above it unsoiled, so I, born in the world, raised in the world having overcome the world, live unsoiled by the world.
Life, it seems, will fade away Drifting further every day Getting lost within myself Nothing matters, no one else
I have lost the will to live Simply nothing more to give There is nothing more for me Need the end to set me free
Things not what they used to be Missing one inside of me Deathly lost, this can't be real Cannot stand this hell I feel
Emptiness is filling me To the point of agony Growing darkness taking dawn I was me, but now he's gone
No one but me can save myself, but it's too late Now I can't think, think why I should even try Yesterday seems as though it never existed Death greets me warm, now I will just say goodbye
“We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens.”
