Sometimes, deep in the night,
I’m asking myself if I’m good enough.
All my sorrow turns out in tears,
And my heart becomes full of fears.
I’m screaming. Is there anyone?
I’m asking for help, the stars and the sun.
Should I burst out crying in front of you?
To realize that I’m tired, I’m broken. I need you.
Temporary people, fake friends, and pitiable plays;
I’ve had enough.
I want to rest up my soul.
And if you’re not someone who stays,
Just leave me.
And while you’re moving away, I’ll hold the door.