what would the people see
if my whole world stopped turning.
would they wake up every morning
even happier without me?
considering being a hero,
the chance to survive is zero.
or should i stay asleep,
regardless what i should feel.
one step upstairs in my house,
quiet steps make the loudest sound.
always one step downstairs,
about that nobody cares.
the world still turns, the birds still sing,
but my body is flying in the wind.
people still move on, live on,
i'm so far away at the time of dawn.
my last fire had burned out,
i have no more light to move around.
one last day and it'll be over,
how can i go on like this sober.
everything left, even my prudence,
dear, i was once swimming miles,
even when my garden dies,
even at case of long distance.
