There is nothing will left, There's not even pain
Only grief-corroded soul, As a moth-beaten gain.
Everything is falling, As always as it does.
Diminished by the sense Of friendly-speaking phrase.
Everything is given, Means everything is lost.
With heavy-hearted mind You gave them all support.
Everything is wearied And everything is wrong.
But you've just had a feeling, That somewhat like a hope.
He won't break the silence, She hears someone's steps.
He always getting higher, Beware of ascend.
She doesn't want to meet him, She made him farewell.
And only hers companion, The hope makes fool again.
The time is getting passed, And downright the lie
Is trying to get ready To cut her wrists by knife.
The hope is out of here And useless anyway.
It only falls for nothing To clean the dirt away.
You're alone begin with, But if you had a friend,
He couldn't be your redeemer, Who gets you out of scrape.
He couldn't have a courage, Enough to help your in time.
He couldn't say to lighten, That you must every time.
He only tries to help you, If something comes to bad.
When your eyes are lying, In desolated spread.
When tears have divided Your face to equal parts.
When hope has disappeared, Abandoned by the heart.
The hope is self-delusion, The only thing we have.
It lives by begging only Betray its own way.
It is malicious villain, That throws dust in your eye.
And vanish at the moment, When desperate has come.
The hope is going farther Returning many times.
And only shows at distance The place you want to come.
I'm broken-hearted, teared, And haven't got a chance.
Because I was expecting Without confidence.