Lots of disease can't spill out my mind too much pain my eyes have seen Lots of hurts have passed me by as it could appears like a daily routine
All the dirt touched by my hands every time I fallen again Indifference, hurts and revenge a mixture that no one seems (able) to understand
[Chorus] Scars which show who I am Scars hidden to my friends
Take a look, empty places as a book with empty pages Surrounded by absence of truth strains of a past which needs no more proofs
[Chorus] Scars which show who I am Scars hidden to my friends
Fragments of glass, stronger than walls pasted one by one in my own new world Walking on this fragile ground Fading sounds, things disappear I'm my only antidote
confined with myself avoid chaos in my shellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
