| In my room I asked myself questions | |
| Looking for something which could engage my thoughts | |
| Closing my eyes, looking for what I need | |
| Void is invading me, nothingness (is) my host | |
| Details and sounds are bothering me | |
| Feeling that I don't get enough time before me | |
| Can't think anymore, panic is entering my senses | |
| (I) create futile actions, ignore consequences | |
| -Stand by your friends | |
| -I fill my heart | |
| -Don't move away | |
| -Of grudge and pain | |
| -Don't cross the fence | |
| -Can't face my last | |
| -I hold your hand | |
| -Amazement | |
| There is such recurrence in my head | |
| Treatments couldn't stop this tedium | |
| Fear of being unsatisfied | |
| Passion against envy | |
| I wait for sleepiness to wake up | |
| The day which makes me live again | |
| I'll reach this idea | |
| Then, the next is you | |
| Can reach this idea |