Ochenta estatuas grises, al borde de perdicion.
Lagrimas concretas, perdiendo toda razon...
I'm lying on the streets naked and cold, Bankrupt...
My eyes are heavy
my soul is weak...
My life is coming to a close, and I have nothing...
nothing but scars, blood and tears, and the hopes...
She was young
and didn't know what to do...
Fall into darkness, fall to your death
Take one last look around...
Im so sick of my stupid life,
Sometimes I wish I could end it with a knife...
Done...
As death creeps up to her window...
Anna cries and no-one sees her tears,
Screams and no-one hears her pain...
Why do you cry young soldier of mine? do you cry...
Dear Diary,
the truth has to be told...
Do you know how it feels?
To come inside her house...