(a scenario based on the song born with a broken heart by primal fear)
i can feel poison running through me,
at the end of the day, it's still me.
i can see people with gasoline,
they're set on fire, burning me.
i look at the shadows that come along,
those sing one of my favourite songs.
and they throw away my pain,
it's still me at the end of the day.
i hope there is a reason of my own
that always put me with it, down.
the pressure is too strong and heavy,
it's too hard and too much to carry.
i put my heart on the shelf,
it's been torn apart and will be 'til death.
i wish i was born again,
to be enough, to put up with this pain.
i haven't eaten since yesterday,
the bullshit people share every day.
i wish it could go one ear in, one out.
in the ruins, it's still me i've found.
i believe god gave me hell,
just to know i'll be born again.
but i know there is no other side,
i need to find a place to hide.
i look at the flowers people buried,
regrets in front of me, married.
seeing sky and then the ground,
it's still me i've never found.
