Somewhere,someone has turned my thoughts
Into nightmares.
Somehow their words are now my own,
and I'm sure they can take all I know
And break it to pieces,
They can take all I know.
Somewhere,someone is on the run
With my true self,
Leaving a shadow on my wall.
Somehow the wounds are always there
In the mirror,
Somehow the horror never stops,
And I'm sure
You can take all I know
And break it to pieces,
Every trace of my love
Is lost in the fire.
Lléname de melancolía.
Truth falls below the ideal.