It's changing, and moving,
Like a circle there's no end;
Wanting, trying to cut it out,
From the shadow within.

Hanging between the lines,
Isolated from my own desire;
How I wish to come by,
And give rest of my soul inside.

For as long as I can hide,
This twisted mind of mine;
I will never show it in you,
And let see that I'm doing fine.

For as long as I can hold on,
You will never knew;
How suffocated I am,
From this mournful sorrow.

So many questions that I keep in,
It is some kind of my pride;
That I cannot tell,
If it is real or unreal;

The truth is in your hand,
To reveal what is the right then;
But I know for sure,
"The truth is hurt" will always remain!