In middle of the struggle you came
I found the strenght, you cut my legs
and left me fall behind
They stabbed me before the suicide
Exiled into a bottle
Abandoned into a sad routine
A stranger in your sight
Another kind of homicide
But I'm in love and I don't care
I know it's better out of my way
It's like I'm drinking bleach in hopes of better times
of better days
Maybe you can't imagine
all the times I fell
No, you'll never comprehend
And now I'm waiting
Nothing's yet to come
I'm not pretending it's OK
I'm a crashing aeroplane
And I'm a hole full of nothing
I'm just a ghost that haunts no place
I'm a scarecrow in a desert place
I'm all of this
