A new origin

Outside everything's still the same, despite this oncoming tragedy.
Breathing is not like it used to be anymore. Wish that I could forget all the joy once here in my chest.

In the darkness, I know myself... and I'd rather keep all the bitterness with me and set her free.

Maybe the answer to the main question is create a new origin: a constant lie one day may be the truth...

Nothing lasts forever, but my own darkness...