Today I have woken up on the living room floor,
Avoiding glancing at the sunrise,
Which caressed my cheek with fear
Outside swallows and a plane argued,
But the silence in my house was deafening,
These walls know what happened well
I don't want your excuses anymore,
I don't want to hear your voice,
I don't want anything; only a bit of bravery,
To tell you that you are not better than me,
Your hand drawing a belt in the wind is gone,
Your cowardly voice excusing the shooter,
Your condolences explaining the reason.
Chorus:
And so therefore I leave
And so therefore I tell you
Not even the devil
would have hurt me
in the way you hurt me
And so therefore I go, so therefore I curset you,
but first I would like to to say to your face just once without fear
that you are not worth more than me.
Under the needlework I'm still made of paper,
I gave you my soul written on every dusk,
I gave you my life and you scrunched it up without reading it
I carry your ghosts tattooed on my skin,
And your disdain walking on the platform,
Of my memory that never misses the train.
Not even one more candle-lit night
Waiting for the hunter,
Disoriented by the fog and alcohol.
While the magazine falls empty at dawn,
I'm done with looking at the floor when I cross the alley
Of your miseries as if they were my mistakes,
In my sadness nobody is in charge other than me.
Chorus:
And so therefore I leave
And so therefore I tell you
Not even the devil
would have hurt me
in the way you hurt me
And so therefore I go, so therefore I curset you,
but first I would like to to say to your face just once without fear
That on your journey to oblivion
Along the infinite path
You will see, you will see how the wind that keeps my screams will spit all of my pain on your face
When you feel cold
In the corner of the centuries
You will hear what the moon always tells the cowardly sun
that you are not worth more than me,
that you are not worth more than me,
that you are not worth more than me.