"Hello, is there anybody there?"
I can't ease the pain,
I can't get on my feet again,
when nothing inside remains,

I don't know if my heart is still beating.
I'm a distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
Lost in turbulent waves,
unable to move my lips.

The days I use to run in circles,
I would hurt myself trying to find my purpose.
"No there is noone out there nor is there anyone
here, Goodbye,"

Those days have become a fleeting glimpse,
now the end has come down to this.