I used to be happy. I used to be simple.
There was no such thing as concern and worry.
I used to be so bright.
I used to sing for joy.
Everything in the world was so delightful.
I don’t know what made me like this.
I don’t know what took me right here. I don’t know why I’m here now. Please tell me. What should I do?
Stuck in the darkness.
There’s no memory of brightness.
I’m sinking in a crowd of people and nobody is trying to help me.
Stuck in the darkness.
There’s no memory of brightness.
I’m sinking in a crowd of people and nobody is trying to help me.
Stuck in the collaboration of caffeine and alcohol.
I’m trying to fill the bucket not knowing there’s a hole.
I’m struggling in the darkness.
I’m looking for the exit, not recognizing there’s a savior who can pull me outside.
Who am I?
Where am I?
I don’t know what I’m doing here.
The time is going on and I’ve got nothing done.
Everyone’s saying that I’m going to be drowned.
Stuck in the darkness.
There’s no memory of brightness.
I’m sinking in a crowd of people and nobody is trying to help me.
Stuck in the darkness.
There’s no memory of brightness.
I’m sinking in a crowd of people and nobody is trying to help me.