I’m not really confidant
One struggle inside the war
The night is not over
Not even closer
And I’m going downhill
I’m running out of night pills
What does it take to keep me in line?

Is that really what I wanted ? No
Is that what I need ?
I know, maybe I don’t think this way
So many questions to answer
Became my deasese
The sun is melting like tears at 6 a.m.

Is that really what I wanted ? No
Is that what I need ?
I know maybe I don’t
A state of suffering alone

It’s gravity, all the way