When I am dreaming.
I only here my self screaming.

When I wake up I have markings in my head.
When I wake up there is blood in my bed.

I have so much hate in my eyes.
Is there any angels in the skies?

My life is like a living nightmare.
I don´t know what to compare.

My life is like an story.
In my heart I have no glory.

In my thoughts I am sad.
In my mind I am mad.

I believe that my life is forsaken.
It feels like my heart has been taken.

I don´t know how or why.
I just want to fly.

Fly away from the surface.
Want to be me and wear my own face.