Started breaking the glasses
And everything he could find
Cuz the pain was just too hard to bear, or to cry
Now all he sees are ashes
That bring back all that he had, all he had
Hate is eating him inside, alive
Give back, all the days the hours that you left
Turn back, all the days the hours that you had
Once a person gives up on life
Won´t take the strife, wants to use the knife
Hope crumbles and leaves
Not even the kindest words
The warmest heart will find
The lost road he left behind
Give back, all the days the hours that you left
Turn back, all the days the hours that you had
All the times that I have bled, I bled for you
All the things that once were said, were never true
All these scars across my skin, are no longer wounds
They´re just a sign that I have live, and I still live