Sitting in the Dark

Sitting in the dark,

Trying to read without fortune,

I’m waiting to leave.

The emptiness inside.

This time I’ve touched the ground.

It’s been a while I haven’t see the stars,

But I didn’t even turn my head.

The future, that is waiting, falls

And I can’t find it ahead.

Why should I be out of my mind?

Why should I shout to the night?

I’ll go, I’ll reach the mall

So to die really alone.

Sitting in the dark,

Trying to stay awake without fortune,

I’ll fall asleep quickly.

The emptiness inside.

But I don’t want to dream again,

To see all those faces in the waves.

I’ve pretended to be real another time,

But as I’m walking here,

Lying my feet on the cold ground,

I know I’m not.