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Maybe I should cry, maybe I should deny |
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my tired face looking so grim |
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A jarful of thoughts is waiting under the sheets, |
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another sleepless night |
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I don't feel ashamed, I feel no guilt |
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I need to stay alive |
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Since there is no time, since the sands still flow |
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I will be there |
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The blackest of my hearts, the sweetest of my words |
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Am I strong enough? |
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I'll never forget, everything lives |
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Until my flesh will be no more |
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A sense of deep frustration tinges with black my heart |
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I cannot cry I want to die |
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A grandeur manifestation of a wrong self-addiction |
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There's no end to ease this pain |
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Lost in those eyes, stolen by that scent |
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digging down my skin |
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Shivers that cut like sharpened knives |
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my wounds, will they ever heal? |
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This story is a black spiral without an end, |
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carry me follow me deep into this hell |
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Take my hand know and everyday of a life that won't exist |
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Are we gonna meet again someday? so many years from now |
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When I'm asking you is more than everything, no more compromises |
