I'm ill-prepared to start the day under the sun Why do we all regret that we slept at late night Hard to be alive, right? Hard to find a meaning Every day I miss the things that I used to have Hard to keep a good mood Hard to find a moment where I could find a subtle happiness I hate me instead of hating someone else Morning sunrise reveals how dark my mind Hope I'll leave my mind But I don't really know where I'm supposed to be