Upset with the gods because they forgot me,
leaving me alone with confusion and loss.
I'm tired of raising my hands to the sky,
praying for clarity on my hazy road.
Where are the highest spirits to help me
in this moment of darkness and despair?
Where are those merciful angels?
There are none that answer my request.
I've lost my inspiration and will to live;
there's no more happiness or joy left in me.
The feeling of sadness fills my heart,
and frustration is my life's name now.
So I will take care of my crazy feelings
that play with my mind, tossing tricky thoughts.
Without the hope of any miracle,
I am the prisoner of my own fault.