When the tears flow like melodies in the wind of life
I might as well just fly;

I realized I can't let go.
I'm still broken and I can never see me grow,
seems like as I age I get more rotten;
today I'm dark in all the contexts.

My life is a verse and I had wanted it to be viceversa.
Viceversed I stayed after you hung up;
today the wine made me wake up...

I bleed purple, not red.
As I remember: white is only in the covers,
I tie myself again:
it can not be erased:

It's been long since I don't care about the chorus and the show.
It's been a little since Bubulina's gone.
It's been a while since I started fading.
I don't know where I'll be wading.