Sometimes, I feel as if I was dead...
Sometimes, I want to drink alcohol until faint.
Always, thinking about you,
Always, walking without a clue.
A vanishing star appears,
a solid sun... justice claims.
Sometimes, I feel like digging deep into my thougths,
but I'm afraid of what I may find in there...
Always laughing without a smile,
always taking what's not mine.
Claiming the Death to come and take me...
Crying, Sleeping... annoying waiting.
Just, Take me... Love me... Hate me.
Cry for me... As I did for you.
