There lots of scars in your back, too many,
while I was why the sky was covering of red.
My tears were open each of my scars,
I tempted blades of naive blood.
You needed help, but your sorrows were quiet.
People were wanted to help you, but your sorrows were quiet.
Sky, don\'t cover my eyes, \'cause it\'s painful, but
if you wanna kill me, doit now.
I must be crazy to see you under the fog,
I must be crazy to see my madness.
I see in my mirror, and I see a stranger,
I see in my mirror, and I see a monster,
I see in my mirror and I see...you.
I wanna end me, I said yet,
It\'s true, \'cause I killed you before,
I broke your back with my lies.
I wanna end that hell, either killin\' me.