Oh, how does one live,
with each passing second a breath lost,
with each passing day my sun loses its spark.
Tell me, how does one live?
Every full moon, crying my heart out,
seeking for what is and what was never not.
Tell me. How does one live?
All these days... all these weeks... all these months.
They run, they walk, they fall...
but all end up in the same place.
Tell me, how does one live,
just to come back to the same place again?