Once again its hard for me to see what I find
Or in fact its hard to recognize what I see
A little piece of hate, Only full of pain, and many words to say
I have to try to put the pieces together
I have to try to had again the other parts
Inside of me there is not any saint place,
dont try to say what Im thinking
Inside of me there is a throne of lies,
but my crown was somebody else
Its hard to see, to find the border line. Im insane or mad.
Every time I try to join the pieces, I break in parts
At sometime Ill find the pieces to realign
Every time I choose to destroy the pieces, I fall apart
Time to die, every second counts to try to say goodbye
And your memory stills
Carrying me, carrying me, carrying me down
