Why are you still here?
Just to make things clear.
What can you see in front of you?
I'm wondering, if I knew,
What can you hear?
Is it the sound of tear?
Is it something without eyes?
Is it something, that never dies?
Is it something, that cannot live?
Is it something with long sleave?
Is it something without heart?
Is it something you can break a part?
Is it something with empty mind?
Is it something what doesn't know what's kind?
Is that in front of me a mirror?
I cannot longer be a hero.
I can't fake the mask I'm wearing.
I cannot just start caring..
