Everyday it ’s getting toughter to take that torturing pain
The sweet memories of the past Iead me to the end
Knocked by a game from the first day you ’re watching me dyin
That ’s not me in the miror, in the dark.
That ’s my end
I know that ’s the end
Day from day i decay faster
You can ’t know how it feeIs
Sitting up in the bed at night i ’m too tired for a sIeep
This fear rips my hard apart but i don ’t know why i ’m cryin
There ’s nothing Ieft to do and i thing i can ’t go on
I missed my past and taste the pain
And i ’II do so at the end