Plastic Arts

How do i feel having thrown my soul in to hell?
How much agony can i endure?
I fly through jealousy and hate holding my head
I want to bear it all but i reached my limit
It's my nature, my reason to live
To break myself against my burdens
I fight tooth and nail.

Is she going to die?
Or will she break out of this depression?
It makes me sick to think of nothing else
Where have all my feelings gone?
The answer is eternally dark
Now she is in hell
From my shallow actions and inability
To understand her pain.

But i'm going to live today
Anyway i'll try to find something
I'm only lonely... she is only a victim
Is she going to die?
It makes me sick to think nothing else
I'm only rubbing my sleepy eyes.

She gets mad over the far dream
She is killing herself far away
I look at her with wide eyes
She doesn't notice my existence
Why now.

Why now do all the words before
She wouldn't need to die.

But i'm going to live today
Anyway i'll try to find something
I'm only lonely... she is only a victim
Is she going to die?
It makes me sick to think nothing else
I'm only rubbing my sleepy eyes.