Lacking oxygen in my vains

I caught myself crying on the inside
There weren’t even real tears to slowly wash the pain away
There was only dust and bad feelings
The lack of oxygen in my vains

There were walls and there it was, the darkness
The hearing of drops continually hiting the floor
In the rotten basement of my lonely memories
I’m streching my hands and yet cannot reach the door

I saw the sunlight once and it touched my skin
It so gently and generoulsly provided me with life
But sun doesn’t visit the sealed trunk of my sadness
And the nostalgy of my obliviousness for several times has made me dunk and dive

Bad habits hunt me in my recurrent dreams
It becomes unbearable to shut my eyes
In the mirror I see my reflection rehearsing screams
I’m laying down in a bed of lies

I thought shelter would keep me in one piece
But it ended up showing my cowardice and disconectedness
There are a thousand things I’d really miss
That’s the main reason why I stay on this ground of my everlasting mess

I’m alone but I’m alive
Nobody entitled to the keys to my twisted mind
Nothing to cheer me up, nothing that makes me thrive
I came to the conclusion it might not be that great to be one of a kind