English nine...

Sitting home...
I'm alone...alone...
Oh...how long...
I thought these feelings had gone...

They hadn't...yesterday blow...
Fired me inside...
A pain was so slow...
And again I have to fight...

Myself...to kill these memories...
But thats impossible...
These impressive pictures...
Are constantly spinnning in my mind...
This problem now is understandable...
But still I cannot decide...

What to do instead...
And how can I forget?...
All these stupid pain...
Which will be back...again...

I don't know, why it is so...
And why I cannot just live my life....
These memories are so blur...
But still I'm not able to destroy them...
But...maybe I have never tried?...
No...I have...useless...item...

And this ugly rain...
I hate It...but not now...
When my deck is broken...
When I'm alone...again...
When I don't now how...
And what to do tomorrow...
It's been spoken...
Again and again...I’m hollow...