sometimes I can't escape
sometimes I simply have

nothing to show
nothing to hide and nothing to die for

excess of choice
as if there is nothing
all of this makes me so

so fucking down
that's why I'm so sick of dying inside
never satisfied
when mind is infertile

this time I realise
it's time to understand

nothing to show
nothing to hide and nothing to die for

excess of choice
as if there is nothing
nothing worth living for

If I had the chance to go back
the mistakes I have made
may be hard to realize

and my mouth won't make any sound
till I kill all the voices inside my
fractured mind

Please just help me
is it all really worth the effort
when I'm just trying to mimic the joy

is it all really worth the effort?
is it all really worth the effort?

so fucking down
that's why I'm so sick of dying inside
never satisfied
when mind is infertile

and If I had the chance to go back
the mistakes I have made
may be hard to realize

my mouth won't make any sound
till I kill all the voices inside my
fractured mind
Till i kill all the voices inside of my so imperfect life
Where only moment can survive

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