There is something in my heart,
scratching me and hurting my inside art.
It attacks me every night and morning,
without a word it kills my surroundings.

Then it steps to my eyes,
preventing me see those beautiful lies.
Every time I see myself in mirror,
it gives me the horror of past swears.

Railing down to my lips,
it shakes people to be on my tips.
I don't know what is it, something moster or demon,
but it hold me to live in fear.

My hands tremble, whenever I think about it,
My feet shakes, whenever I try to go against to it....