In The Verge Of The Death

Is this life worth living?
Do I even exist?
Why do I care so much
About the surroundings which
Don't make any sense at all
Don't make any sense at all

Where do I come from?
What are these ties that bind us
Why does people expect so much from me
Do I even care?
Or just pretend that I belong here
Or just pretend that I belong here

In the verge of death I'm crying
In the verge of death I'm trying to escape

Reality seems so fictional
Am I still breathing?
I keep drowning in the sea of nothingness
Time stands still
Am I still alive? Am I still alive?

In the verge of death I'm crying
In the verge of death I'm trying to escape

I'm tired of pretending
I'm tired of not being myself
I curse this existence
I deny this so called survival