Lost in useless thoughts, I sometimes find,
I offer myself to melancholy's bind
Alone in this quiet strife, no one to see,
Trapped in silent agony just me, Just me  
(In the calm before the storm,)
In the grip of sorrow, but I,
(I stand firm, my spirit to reform.)
Refuse to let it control, to comply
(Embracing darkness, to set me free.)
Striving to be the master of my fate,
Resisting, denying, I won't abate
When I doubt my worth in this strife,
Am I unique in this life?
Endlessly doubting, endlessly in pain,
When I doubt my worth in this strife,
Am I unique in this life?
Endlessly doubting, endlessly in pain,
Since when has there been no one
to listen to my life?
In my random words, that repetition of starting and ending something
I was becoming a lonely existence
It seemed like no one could hear my life
I was locked away in myself, in the midst of endless battle
(In the calm before the storm,)
In the grip of sorrow, but I,
(I stand firm, my spirit to reform.)
Refuse to let it control, to comply
(Embracing darkness, to set me free.)
Striving to be the master of my fate,
Resisting, denying, I won't abate
When I doubt my worth in this strife,
Am I unique in this life?
Endlessly doubting, endlessly in pain,
When I doubt my worth in this strife,
Am I unique in this life?
Endlessly doubting, endlessly in pain,
Did I ever feel the absence, the void?
As I wrote, disjointed thoughts deployed
Blaming my words for life's reflection,
In doubt, facing my imperfection
When I doubt my worth in this strife,
Am I unique in this life?
Endlessly doubting, endlessly in pain,
When I doubt my worth in this strife,
Am I unique in this life?
Endlessly doubting, endlessly in pain,