No title Sometimes I go to bed thinking if I will ever make it waking up late feeling that my heart is still vacant lost myself in the sadness thinking that I am impatient Fighting myself but my soul you had already take it surrounded by people but I still feel stranded I think the music got me feeling manic I cry in my room wishing I am on a different planet my mind and my expectations are dying feeling tragic I’ll scream till I am in the grave fading with a smile they tell me the norm is to frown all the time Saying my problems telling me to restore my faith Trying to survive from dying before I decay They are killing me while my blood is on the tile Venting from the inside till I am gone to my exile I'm screaming at myself for wanting to survive waiting for my demise and crying cause I am alive Sleeping at 3 thinking that I am finally free nowadays I just spend my time gl...