Even in the midst of flowing time, I feel languid, look, spinning around and around
I can't even see the heart that's leaving me, didn't you know?
I can't even get myself to move, I continue to be washed down the cracks of time
I don't know anything about what's around me, I'm just me and no more
Am I dreaming? Or seeing nothing? My words are useless even if I speak
I'm just tired of being sad, I should go on without feeling anything
Even if you give me the words I'm at a loss for, my heart just won't pay attention
If I move myself away, if I change everything, I'll turn it all black
Is there a future for someone like me? Will I still exist in a world like this?
Is this painful? Is it sad? Not even knowing myself
I'm just tired even of walking, I don't even understand people
If someone like me can change, if I can change, will I turn white?Source