gotta help me tonight
’cause the only thing going right
is my sorrow
and I don’t know if I’m reaching tomorrow.
and my life is a mess
when I’m doing my best
it’s a bit worse than nothing.
I’m dark, I’m pale, I’m gothic.
so my transparency grows
turning me into a ghost
of all I became
in the end I’m the same.
I’m worn, I’m tattered
of all the sins that I gathered.
still I want a pair of wings
’cause the soul from within.
an old habit, a useless load,
something forgotten, that is my soul.