Tonight, it is dark; I am all alone on the road, in the rain, with a feeling of emptiness and hatred soaking up inside me.
Alone in the night, you were the only one who could guide me, but now that you're gone, the only thing that makes me feel good are the cuts that I have on me. The wish to see what is in the after life takes hold of me.
Please, come back and light my way, otherwise I think that the only way out will be to face death.
Alone in the night I am confronted with my memories, which make me remember that not a long time ago, I was no longer alone, but now I am alone again, and think that I'll never get out of it.
Do you hear that? Someone is calling me.
Should I stay here to help the ones who have been there for me?
But why do things reluctantly? I would have done the impossible for you if you had asked me to. Now I'm here, lying in my own blood, reopening wounds that had previously been closed.
Who am I? With you, I had become someone, you have always helped me, and all of this in order to drop me from a great height...
Alone in the night, reminds me of those moments, and I can't but thank you.
Farewell.