Ripped inside, I smell a lot of blood
Victim of fate, tell me where are you
My way was lot, I don't know where I am
I break the mirrors and hurt myself
I don't know Who I am, I don't know where I'm going
There is no way out, but I think about running
I want to kill myself, but i have promises
I will not be able to get to heaven and i know that you will not be
No! No! I know you will not be!
You! Dead inside! Dead inside!
No! No! I will not cry anymore!
I! I will not suffer more!
Ripped inside, i smell a lot of blood
Victim of fate, tell me where are you
My way was lot, i don' t know where i am
I break the mirrors and hurt myself
