I went into a place,
That will lead me to a faze
My whole body is still in a craze;
I can't cherish a single drop of grace...

I went into a dusky but a new place
I'm still not used to it,
But later on, maybe I'll learn;
I'll learn from my horrid hates.

But for now, I stand by here,
While there go a thousand leers
I'll sit down and think about everything
That's right! I need to think about everything and nothing but anything!

Unfortunately, I'm still here— bemoaning
Maybe even conducting a whole funeral for my everything
I need someone... or maybe something to save me from this misery
This "thing" might have existed, but for me, it is still a mystery.