Maybe fate won't come around
But I think I hear its sound
I know that you can't feel alive anymore
I know that speaking freely does not come easily
Finding missing pieces takes so God damn long
Let's hope you never realize what you did

You act like the world's one giant fuse waiting to blow
And every tiny tremor digs into the very center of your soul

I can't put this on paper, so how can I talk to you?