I'm screaming for you, but you cannot hear,
The walls I've built up are too thick.
I wish I could break the silence these walls entrap me in
But my mind won't let lose the collection of regrets
The walls of my treachery,
Are the memories of this war I'm fighting.
I must love the isolation,
'Cause I sustain this existence on my own.
I'm regressing, I'm repressing
The life I should hold,
The plan I always told,
Oh my god I've grown so cold.
Let me tell you something about myself,
And let me lay it down for you,
As fucked up as I am,
At least my life has some truth.
I still believe that hope is real.
...So close your eyes, and let the waters take you home.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI