Songs, those songs
It's hard to brag, death is so hard
Twinges come at that moment
It's hard to bear, to settle down
Blood in my hands, flows through my tongue
Who cares, i don't care, this love tires me (x2)
Pages, those pages
That do not get closed, do not get erased
Shatters me all the time
They do not get read, do not comport
Blood in my hands, flows through my tongue
Who cares, i don't care, this love tires me (x2)