It's gone.
What's gone?
My mind...soul?
No..I'm fine.
Not really.
Deep inside something is missing.
Now all I do is talk to myself in the mirror,
With my reflection
My heart is dead
Soon it will make a resurrection
Once the wound heal, and I'm loved for real.
Nobody loves me, nobody cares me
And the nobody is me.
I'm all alone and no longer what I once was
But the only thing that keeps me alive
Is knowing that the next day, it might all change.
For the best,
That "nobody" becomes somebody.