Lyric

I don’t have my home. A desire can’t control me

It's not what I want

Every morning at 4:00 a.m. Shadows talk to me

“You just piece of trash. You've thrown everything away

Don't pretend to be troubled. You're a halfwit who's run away from society.”

Money, time, I wasted all. The trash can is full

I'm not even sad. I can't even be mad at myself anymore

Ideals, fate, reality, and weakness mingle and separate to break me

Hope and despair flashing, and it looks pitch black

I decide my own fate

I don’t have the wish. Not interested in women on the street. can't afford

Every time I wake up in the morning, I'm scared that not progress

Who am I? What do I live for? Who do I own? Who can understand me?

Ideals, fate, reality, and weakness mingle and separate to break me

Hope and despair flashing, and it looks pitch black

I decide my own fate

The whole city mocked me. I glare at everything

This world is so flawed. But why am I the only one being told I'm wrong

I rely on me

Money, time, I wasted all. The trash can is full

I'm not even sad. I can't even be mad at myself anymore

Hope and despair flashing, and it looks pitch black

I decide my own fate

Ideals, fate, reality, and weakness mingle and separate to break me

Hope and despair flashing, and it looks pitch black

I decide my own fate