I have been drifting in this abyss
for quite a while.
I don't complain about where I am now,
but I'm not happy about it either.
Restless and weary, there's something I must see:
an end to this broken fantasy.
What I seek is not a vague ending -
my heart is too stubborn to believe in such thing.
Perhaps my resolve is too strong,
that it doesn't want to yield to the truth.
I must hit the floor hard,
I must be hurt badly,
my resolve must be shattered.
Only then...
ONLY THEN
shall I believe that it's the end.
That taking one more step would be
senseless...
pointless...
Only then shall I give up,
only then shall I stop.
In this infinite cycle of uncertainties,
assure me at least of one certain fact:
that I've nothing more to gain,
and there would only be hurt if I remain.
Then my soul shall find its peace,
and my heart shall be released.
I'm tired,
and I want to be set free...