Idioma Origen:
These things which I so often wonder
This need to create myself
Frustration forgotten through slumber
Its there when I wake
Defeated before I rise
Id pull myself out of his mire
If I could collect my strength
Or muster an ounce of desire
Finding the words, and making them mine
Is there somewhere
I could seperate this feeling from memory
Disconnect myself from me?
Desire inside to mistreat you
It pushes words out of my mouth
This cyclical pattern I feed you
The back and forth, and up and down
But still here you are
Behind this veil of pious revelation
Ill close my eyes and look for worth inside
I dont deserve you
Relinquishing hope for the future
I try not to hate it so
But you are a bridge to those memories
I try to forget, if you only knew
Is there somewhere to occupy emotion
A room to keep my rage away from you?
Just tell me when these hopeless days are over
Ill open my eyes and see my new sun rise
I dont deserve this
Idioma Destino:
These things which I so often wonder
This need to create myself
Frustration forgotten through slumber
Its there when I wake
Defeated before I rise
Id pull myself out of his mire
If I could collect my strength
Or muster an ounce of desire
Finding the words, and making them mine
Is there somewhere
I could seperate this feeling from memory
Disconnect myself from me?
Desire inside to mistreat you
It pushes words out of my mouth
This cyclical pattern I feed you
The back and forth, and up and down
But still here you are
Behind this veil of pious revelation
Ill close my eyes and look for worth inside
I dont deserve you
Relinquishing hope for the future
I try not to hate it so
But you are a bridge to those memories
I try to forget, if you only knew
Is there somewhere to occupy emotion
A room to keep my rage away from you?
Just tell me when these hopeless days are over
Ill open my eyes and see my new sun rise
I dont deserve this