They stole me from myself and now I am a broken mirror wich every piece reflects a distorted face of a lost identity.
Sometimes i´m not me
Nobody seems to understand what grows inside me nobody will never understand what was taken from me
They stole me from myself and now... a whole life that could have been, but it has not and the distance between my world and yours is just a bad day and it seems that at the end we are all alone carrying burdens too heavy for our fragile weaker lungs.
Fire walk with me (and im not the only one, we where all touched we are all fucked)
