Morning of the despair comes Repetition of the same thing It seems to be tortured I hardly remember yesterday It will be the mistake of this How many times What admonition is this I forgot a way Of the proper breathing I’m not sad I’m not annoyed It doesn’t hurt at all There is nothing There is nothing here I was tired of walking I should come to pick me up soon Soon Morning of the despair comes Repetition of the same thing It seems to be tortured I hardly remember yesterday Someone is shouting for “help” Someone is calling for help Someone is shouting for “help” Someone is calling for help I’m not sad I’m not annoyed It doesn’t hurt at all There is nothing There is nothing here I was tired of walking I should come to pick me up soon I’m not sad I’m not annoyed It doesn’t hurt at all There is nothing There is nothing here I was tired of walking I should come to pick me up soon Soon Morning of the despair comes Repetition of the same thing