Nostalgie Depression - The Last Days

The fingers stucked in the soil
I digging myself deeper in the ground

I am sitting here
Watching all the days go by
In the front of my eyes
Life goes round and round
And do I really have a life
Is this what I expected it to be
Is this what I am supposed to be

Like a fading shell
Nothingness meets the living
Sadness goes into emotions
Life is up and down
My emotional tears is so dry
Nothing to wipe out
Anymore is evermore
The last days...

All steps feels like endless miles
My rosty voice gasping in the deep
The air thickens and I breathe
The air thickens and I breathe
Falling like a dead leaf on the ground
Ohh my soul....

My soul is like a cryptic leech
I cannot recognize myself anymore
In the mirror approaching a monster
A monster that is supposed to be me
The last days of my life
Ends out with it all...

The fingers stucked in the soil
I digging myself deeper in the ground
The thing that others expected
Is now all gone..
And I moved on....