stand alone

i wanna have the same last dream again
but i dont know and cant guess its gonna be okay (but now)
i cannot breath with this memories
i just walk into the stairs and take a shot
as the sun goes down, its like a drama lessons
and the barber gone wild


and dont let my self down
so hear me please
i wont be one of them
sitting on the graveyard waiting for the juggment day
so hear me please

this voice from my own's heart
and if its gone to fight
i'll fight you alone
by my self, even do you will not kill me.


your last words make me feel seperated
i feel so weak, there's no solution.
this conversation lost the line.
i feel so weak.

forgive me,burn my letter,feel more better.
i cant pretend it will be okay.