All life is hell,

From birth it's just one slow painful death.

Friendship as well,

Is just one long betrayal.

When there's no one to trust

And no one to love.

What is left to do but run?

I'm always alone,

Even surrounded by people

I'm never heard,

Even though there is thousands who could listen.

When you're screaming to yourself

And left alone,

What is left to do but run?

My sun went out

A long time ago.

My shouting died

When my voice could no longer go on

When my tears could no longer flow

And my heart had no reason to beat

What was left to do but run?