Fifty percent

Your true isn’t mine

Your caos won’t affect me anymore

It’s sad how things get until here

But I’m tracing the final point

The sweet of loneliness it’s quite

I hope you never get the chance to taste it

Neither I expect you have the happiness that you never deserved

Everyday I look to the mirror

It’s like an issue that I couldn’t swallow

I felt inert to the world

I remember just like yesterday

Dreaming was too much

Sleep seems too loud

I was falling apart so young

I just didn’t know

If I were a wave

I’d born into the sea ground

To toss the sand behind my back

And end uppon the beach

So I could go back to the ocean

If I were available to help

I’d save a million lives

Oh, how can I do it

– if I can’t save myself?