Thought I had the key for my wounds to heal.
But every morning I wake up,
And every night I go to sleep.
It's the same Empty feeling I feel.
It's the wound I did hide. But my blood you had found.
It's the pain. You recognize in my sound.
Why my wound never health by the time I grow?. I still don't know.
The only thing that reminds in my mind. Was the person that will find,
The good person behind its pain. Who needs a begin in this endless game.
That even when she's got nothing at all. She still believes that the only thing that can happen is to fall. And then feel to invisible to call.
I know someone will find the person behind, And both find,
something we have never felt. And it's the only thing that we want to feel.
A key for our wounds to heal.
And if my hand slips from yours, Would you catch me if I fall?
