No doors, no windows
Just empty darkness where silence flows
Shattered hopes and broken dreams
No reason to live life makes it seem
Flicker of hopes are instantly killed
Replaced by sorrow and tears are spilled
No way in and no way out
The good things in life I will always doubt
Mechanically moving, going on without meaning
Just pure emptiness, numb without feeling
Desperately searching for a reason to live
Finding black loneliness with nothing to give
Isolated, alone with nothing left
Shut everything out and just welcome death
Done By Christine
