Hey there, something's broken.
What's broken? tell me…
I feel… something's broken.
What's broken? tell me…
I see you, i hear you, please, tell me…

Time before you saw some portraits.
Hatred faces staring at you.
Now you've come to realize there are no portraits, only windows.

Hey there, what's broken?
I'm feeling, please…
I guess, you're here
Inside of me
I see you, at mirror, i'm begging… please…

What's wrong? something's broken.
The only thing broken here is me.
Welcome to this little nightmare of mine.
This is the place where i lost my dreams.

I still choose dignity, typical.
And tell "i must know what's taking place, this is not a circus".
The thing is "keep my mind calm and analytical to the last".
Getting back my consciousness, just an effort,
But still these voices in my head, in eulogy…

No…
Hope….
For…
You…

I guess I pined away.