1000 Years

	1000 years of solitude 1000 years of pain hardened my heart fed my poor soul with misery
	I can't even tell am
	I dead, am
	I alive? Don't hesitate, penetrate me with your sting
	I don't know how to cry
	I won't even bleed
	Don't even worry if
	I might die
	At least then
	I'll know that
	I was alive 1000 years of isolation the closer to you, the lonelier
	I get I could vanish in your presence
	You wouldn't even notice
	Maybe I already did, how should
	I know ?