can confess to nobody I can believe nobody See, I can't see anything The light I got has gone out and about to wither That I can't confess is my weakness and my past
There is something I gain, but the tenderness that I grasp is surely going to disappear
I shut my heart and about to break The days that I lough killing my tears The meaningless of belief that the heart showed The hypocrite who killed me
There is something I gain, but the tenderness that I grasp is surely going to disappear The commonplace answer is that I clear my life and be reborn
I shut my heart and about to crumble away The days that I scream killing my tears The strength of the meaning of belief that the heart left My heart what killed me