When Im flying down, Im able to feel real,
Able to feel like who I was,
When you were still a living person,
And not a dead man who exists among the concrete streets.
Another day is passing, and I still can't accept that,
That everything ended a long time ago.

Who am I now?
A man who unceremoniously says goodbye to something that hinders his smile,
A person who does not want to listen to someone else's opinion, which prevents him from realizing his dreams.
A person who finds it too easy to walk and make any decisions.,
Not afraid of responsibility for the sharp plot twists in his own life.
It's not the same person who lived in me before, but it's definitely the one,
Who my past was looking forward to so much.

This man has never loved you.
It even makes you feel empty, but on the other hand,
It's so free –
To be unloved by anyone and not love anyone else yourself.
Don't wait for morning messages,
Do not wish good night and pleasant dreams.
A free void where you're falling and clearly don't want to get up,
There's no need anymore.
Who will really love you?
᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ mø‎rgxrt — u was my dream