Tonight, like last night, I feel like crying.
I’m empty inside, though one can’t tell.
At times, I do believe that I am dying.
Maybe I’m dead, and this is my Hell.

I’m empty inside, though one can’t tell.
I try to cleanse myself through fasting.
No matter I do, I always seem to fail.
I’m afraid my sadness is everlasting.

I try to cleanse myself through fasting.
In darkness, I have found a friend.
I’m afraid my sadness is everlasting.
In this mindless torture I see no end.

In darkness, I’ve found a friend.
At times I do believe that I am dying.
In this mindless torture I see no end.
Tonight, like last night, I feel like crying.