I'm in a bit of hurry

Wanna leave as early as possible

But when the lights go down

My heart beat pounds

I feel like a prisoner inside my own body

Nothing makes sense at times, days starts passing and the night begins to howl

The dreams that I weave

Are interfered by sadness

It is like a hunter,waiting for my madness

It prey on me with planned moves

As calculating as a killer

And everytime I'm about to become a winner

It bites me and makes my motives a little thinner

I distract myself from it all

Excuse the outer world,

But Behind the close doors

Its my soul that is sold

I've never believed in happy endings

Neither in any god

I just understand that my action will always lead to a cause.