In the graveyard of feelings

I’m hiding among shadows and ghosts

In the graveyard of feelings,

Eager to win a new outpost,

Searching the dead, ignoring the living.

Driven by fears, forgotten by everybody,

Waiting for someone to untie my rope...

I’m waiting... but there’s nobody

Willing to help me or ready to cope!

I’m waiting near a bottle of venom,

Tempted to drink it

Because anywhere, so often,

I feel I don’t belong, I feel I don’t fit.

Oh, there’s no chance to change the odds!

And there’s no time for another strategy!

The world is full of cowards

And one of them... is... me!