With you my nights are lonely,
In the end, there will be no one to hold me.
I look empty and unpredictable to them,
But there is still a possibility to prevail.
A castle that I’ve built with my hatred,
My affliction lives there I call it home.
Stars shining right beside me,
I’m halting all ot my urge to be distinct.
I am alike you and alike them,
In midnight I embark to protest,
The needle of the clock is moving.
The time has been upholding my existence.
Still, with your presence, my nights are lonely,
Emerging to be in a whimpering swing,
Yet I will be the offsprings to you,
Cause ordinary is fascinating in your composure.