On borrowed time
I've been living with a cloud of despair,
And I'm in desperate need of repair.
But how can I fix something when I don't even know what's wrong?
How can I explain this horrific song,
That haunts my days and drowns my nights?
I've been living in this pain of past,
That's taken away my will at last.
So, why am I still wondering this empty corridors of hope?
When all I want is nothing but a rope.