Every time I breathe,
I feel a part of mine is missing,
So much darkness around,
I can't lift my wings,
Something chokes my throat,
Before I let my voice sing.
Am I that lonely?
Always I kept asking.

Every time I see around,
I see a black hole unknown,
Pulling me into abyss of darkness,
And making me moan,
Something catches my leg when I dance,
Turning my foot into stone.
Am I that lonely?
The answer of this is still not known.

Every time I grin,
It seems...