Darkest bloom.

I run out of touch, ideas and common sense,
I'm old and dull, I'm wounded and never heal,
All I hear is noisy stream of my torn vague heartbeat,
Stood still, lost and loath.

I hear the dark side of me,
Grow in my bones, and repeats overtime.

I give myself everything, everything wrong,
The thought,
How can I share this life with someone else?
But there you still believe in me, still wanting me.

I cannot give you what you want,
Because I'm too coward to believe I had lost everything,
You are not the reason,
Welcome to the dark side of me.