I thought that the sadness won't come back
But here it is again digging my back
Are old days got back?
Dark hands are throttling me
The raindrops are falling on me
Like a curved knife is stabbing me
Pulling out my poor heart
that has already fallen apart
From the first step I took at start
Strangled breath, wide eyes
I'm fed up with this world and its lies
All they want is just to criticize
I was always good but I never got my prize
But I know that I would be later in paradise