He wiped his hands
On his filthy shirt...

There is no purpose
My life is a game...

Thank you
For being here...

As I sleep
My images fade...

When your pulse stopped
To my knees I dropped...

How can I tell you
Without making you hurt for me...

Frozen in my step
With the sound of your voice...

What do you think
You would see...

I’m hanging on
By one small thread...

Each day goes by
Each one passes...

I try to speak
And tell you what I feel...

The mask she wears
Covers her well...