I feel the air running dry,
My heart weeps but I don't cry,
With every breath I take, I wish I die,
To my self why do I always tell lies?
Maybe it's the world of lies that I like,
Or it's the pang of my soul that I hide,
I created walls around my mind,
Not to let any reality dwell inside,
But the walls are too weak to survive,
All the realities break into my mind,
Crushing my heart, thrashing my mind.