Losing the war I'm feigning to win,
though I never tried to to strive deep from within.
Life could be beautiful for anyone it's for,

but I'd swear this mother-$#&@ing %#@! is rotten to the core.

The portal has been past and it's time to make a turn,

to follow the reaper until the point of no return.

When your blindly death-raying blade

sweeps the griefs and fears away.
I cross my heart and hope to die,
thy freedom will be mine.


Sinking down in the ocean of severe emotions.
Grab a bottle to drink up the pain-relieving potion,

but after all, that got boring too.
So no matter what happens, I couldn't give a damn or two.


The portal has been past 'til the
point of no return. No more lines to cross,
no bridges to burn.


Now when your blindly death-raying blade
swept my griefs and tears away.

I'd never go back to cross that line.

I cross my heart and hope to die.