I keep sinking in a black sky. Trying to find the light that guides me to where I belong. If I am not a better man than anyone else, I can't be worse than everyone living around me. I learned to say that I'm doing fine, just to hide the truth And no one could say that I have changed But I've never changed. As far as I remember I've never changed. I've never changed. I kept pretending to see beauty in this world. It was easy. This is against my will. I'm not made for this. I wish that I could see the things no one sees in me. I'm not alive. I'm just passing by. I want everything that is not mine. If life is a journey, will I be old when I reach my destination? Will I feel empty again? I don't want to see those faces. I'm a stranger in familiar places.