Clarity is in front of my eyes. Darkness surrounds my soul. Unclosed skies all over my head. I fall in the deepest hole man ever dug. But i've got no wings to fly. Someone push me. It could be you. Presently, I'm still falling in, trying to build my little wings. Somedays I fall faster, somedays I don't. It depends on which level i'm depressed and until I live my life alone. Instead of suffering with you. Why do I wake up everyday? My eyes are blind. My thoughts are blank. After all, I'm losing my time cause you'll close your eyes, turn your head and pretend that you don't see.