Unfinished pictures lies on the ground They'll never see the lights of exhibition Unwritten poems hide inside my heart They never will be met with recognition
My bright beginnings never meet the end And my attempts to rise above the vanity Some day I'll find the truth and understand That everything will be lost in Eternity
My Apathy Is just the kind of strange inspire No melody In my indifferent soul No tragedy For heart that never was on fire There's nobody To wake me from this dream