Deepest night, about half past two
Something wise I'm trying to write
Can't give you definition of my mood
Only cobweb of thoughts you'll find

The more people grow up
The more they can infill themselves
The more they're full
The more they can get empty & less

Someone said: "Suffer the most you can,
then to hurt you, will be unable."
'Cause the less they'll hurt you
The less you'll be under this label

It's time when we at most realize
The loss of ideals and crushed dreams
Suddenly on new way with new thoughts
'Where?' & 'Which way?' to go.. head screams

Suddenly I'm loosing my belief
With hope & faith hand in hand
Actually I'm loosing myself
Unplugged and rotting in neverland

'Cause love is not what I'm thinking of..