I can't think.

Losing all my pieces, all what's left of me.

I can't see.

Joys, hope to be free,

I can't breathe.

Something that could've made me happy.

I can't live.

All has turned on me.

...

I can't cry,

But I can hide.

I can't hope,

But I can dream.

I can't scream,

But dreams aren't real.

I can't try,

But I can die.