I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel.
I focus on the pain, the only thing that's real.
Full of broken thoughts, I cannot repair.
Beneath the stains of time, the feelings disappear.
You are someone else. I am still right here.

What have I become? My sweetest friend.
Everyone I know, goes away in the end.
And you could have it all, my empire of dirt.

If I could start again, a million miles away.
I would keep myself. I would find a way.

mas amanhã passa.