It is a pity fact
Everything is sad
All the stuff had gone
Chosen ways were wrong
I cannot understand
What a mess in strand
Squally storm inside
Tossed my wreckage on light
It is a pity fact
Painted all in black
Lonely in dark desert
Disappeared alert
Stuck in drowning past
Seems no quit from dust
There is no escape
Devastating fate
But I have my hope
I have only one note
I can feel alive
Though I have to strive
Tide would change the shore
Time would heal a sore
There is a need of space
There will be a trace
It is a pity fact
Desperate and attacked
There is something wrong
What is going on
Can't accept a slump
Close to a abandoned dump
Left alone aside
Someone is to elide