I guess I'm all right now,
I mean the injury of my leg and the dust allergy,
while my heart still left
incurable.

When you get the heart from my body and see through it,
you'll see vast emptyness.
I'm basically a walking dead.

People living with emotions,
I'm living without colour,
people tends to fill in colour,
while I desaturate them,
I keep on repeating this,
I keep on making mistakes,
I keep on makes everyone disappoint,
I made them sad.

I'm dead.