My heart is not beating much, but i can hear it condemning me
Where do I start from when all my friends are gone?
I can only trust the dead because they can't harm me anymore
At the peak of loneliness, I ask myself, how am I loved?
What is it, and which version should I trust
They all give me the same feelings
But the end is always disappointing
From the closest of them all to the furthest
It starts out with ordinary trust, then it changes gears midway
Betrayal seems like the order of life
It seems like there's a conflict of interest
Every day seems like the last
As I got old, I never learned
In life, there's a different lesson every day
Hope is a killer for a shallow soul
Adored as a wealth mine for the greedy
I might be a fringe to be served
On someone's plate for an anniversary
I've made it this far
I've been living the moments since my arrival, to say
Hello, I've got to go back to the land I have wandered off from
Penance echoes for a time through my ill-colored soul
I've been on too many sides
Inspired by myself as a failed role model
I struggle to stay away from all the things I represented
A negative role model for the meek
A positive plate for the hungry
So, when the hour comes, I might say
My friends, I've missed the dead
So goodby and I might see you again in your thoughts