After all, the night's darkest before dawn,

I wonder if I will ever forget this pain

just like I can't remember that pain,

only words remain.

Only this, I repeat to myself,

only this, to keep me sane and grateful.

The pines trees looming around

whenever I lose my soul,

whenever I feel the ache,

How I wish the story remains the same

knowing it's never gonna be the same

for I have left myself all these years 

in another's body, in another's soul,

wrapped in my ego, sunk below consciousness

lost between to be and not to be

lost forever as it seems to be.