- cifra
Not what you take but what you leave
I never thought you could see
It's more than fantasy
You are only bad dreams
Your dead mind (x4)
How could this be so real?
I thought it would bleed and heal
Never let go of me
There's no way to be free
Your dead mind (x4)
she said she wanted to be left alone (x5)
How much is enough?
Would you just turn to dust
I wanted you to believe
This is how it could be
Your dead mind (x4)