Nothing I can do
Nothing I can say
Nothing I can think
Nothing in particular
Even to write it
Just to let you know
My dear diary
That Im in the middle of
Something stupid
Was thinking that I am superior
But I am still not a superhero
Pain of the black paintings
I hate it but I still love
Good to know
Looking for truth
Because my wing is broken
And I need to recover
Yet you are always bother me
Clueless like the lake of emptiness
How can I survive?
PLEASE ANSWER ME!!
(images from emptystreets.net)