the smell of soap, gloomy light and tight space. bottom of a closet - my favourite place. through the days of void i was carried through without a doubt by the endless hope i'll run on you when i'll be down and out. feeling so unreal, so open your eyes, still try to hold on. step in between, sorrow and grief, and this will stay on. and one day i saw no matter who you are, no matter who is close, we are all alone in our small lives and there's no choice. and one day i saw no matter who am i, no matter who is close, i'll be all alone in my small life and there's no choice.