You take almost everything from me
You think only of yourself.
Where am I to go now? The city is empty
Words come from the top of the head
If you were to add up all the wounds
That lined up,
It would take you years,
At least a lifetime.
(Chorus)
Am I just supposed to keep quiet and not to cry?
Tears aren't made of crystal
So each would break when they shed,
Each one that fell because of you.
Everything is wounds, eveything is pain
What was it worth?
Is tomorrow meant to be
Offered to another one?
(Chorus)