I've Been Sick For One Calender Year

I don’t feel like I’m supposed to.
I wear the annoying sun around, my ears like a gold ring.
What if I take another step,

Completely into the sky that has nothing,
Falling off of the edge of the world,
Coming back is against the momentum.

Does it ever fucking end,
Does it ever take fucking flight,
Does it ever try to make sense,

Does it ever come into fucking sight.
I wear the constant bickering inside my household,like a gold ring.

The fire catches, lighting up like a gold ring,
The last six months of my life,
I don’t wanna remember the night,

I escaped Dresden to live in Chongqing.
I am still here, hearing it all,
Wiping my ring like it was a gun.

How do I fall asleep with a loaded gun,
The people who can answer this question passed on,
To a better place,
A better place I hope, at least.

For I’ve been sick for one calendar year,
And it’s not too far away from me.