I feel a sadness in the pit of my heart.
I feel a stabbing in the inside of my palms.
No use in hiding, but every need for fighting.
Worries are weighted, and I am hurting while escaping.
The more I advance, the more I am alone.
I hope to love, but where is communication?
I have to express, because that is the way I am make progress in love, but now I battle alone – it is found in myself.
It’s a full time job, trying not to lose my faith.
Okay, I’ve been here before.
I’ve been here before, Nietzche, save my soul…
