Verse 1:

Cold coffee, windows in a gray house,

We started where hopes were rotting.

Holes in my pocket, fog in my head,

The whole world seemed like a cruel deception.

I bet everything: my nerves and my hope,

Traded comfort for a life that became rarer,

In a gamble with the darkness of the night,

Where every risk was dictated by me.

Verse 2:

I built walls from other people's rejections,

Lost friends and the meaning of stupid phrases.

The poison of insomnia wove into concrete and steel,

Staring into the empty, scorched distance.

For every step—a blow to the gut from fate,

But I'm used to being in the eternal twilight with myself.

I went to the bottom to find a diamond there,

Under the neon light of spit-stained storefronts and phrases.