We wander the present, as we were brought forth to do.
We wander alone, searching for reasons to stay.
My solitude brings me closure,
acceptance of what has become of me.
Don't waste no effort, don't shed a tear.
For I never chose to be on this wretched world,
where we drag ourselves from day to day.
Where the reasons we hold on to get fewer by the year.
We all have a noose around our neck,
It’s just a matter of time,
Until the ground will disappear below our feet.