I could fill the seas with the tears we've cried,
Or then again cover the whole earth with our failed efforts.

Everything is self-destructing, and I'm tired of asking myself, why.
I wish my thought process was truth turned into a falsehood.

I'm a sparrow with cut wings, a well that has dried up,
A scattered bunch scared even to think about tieing,
Yet nothing can come even close to the endless agony of our future.

This is somehow killing me,
I can't handle weakness.
Let me know now,
What's our destination?
Love me forever or leave me now.
Let me be forlorn!