I couldn't cry it out,
The part hurting the most,
I try to tell,
But they all seem like ghost's

Streams of words
Tales I can't tell,
With the hollow feeling,
I felt I was in the pit of hell;

It seems it's in the air,
Cuz,it seems hard to breathe in;
Nothing seems to revive,
All the parts of me is killing.

It rains in me,
In its own Accord,
I...