On borrowed time

I've been living with a cloud of despair,

And I'm in desperate need of repair.

But how can I fix something when I don't even know what's wrong?

How can I explain this horrific song,

That haunts my days and drowns my nights?

I've been living in this pain of past,

That's taken away my will at last.

So, why am I still wondering this empty corridors of hope?

When all I want is nothing but a rope.