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I woke up with the soft Sunday light

the warmth of a place that I know

smoking a cigarette among flowering gardens

leaving the anguish, to a distant past

Now I’m elsewhere and I found my peace

I feel a cold but gentle breeze

seizing every moment

and not nights of restlessness

I gave my heart to heal the scars

even if it was all fake I'm not afraid

I closed my eyes and freed my mind

I will try this way until the ending of time

I ever feel the same present

become memories

searching for futures

I’ve dreamed

Are they true? Are they real?

I feel so distant

I want to free myself from all this tension, and live

the moment with its deserved passion

I gave my heart to heal the scars

even if it was all fake I'm not afraid

I shouldn't care about what those voices say

I should go on following my own way

The only thing I can understand

is what I feel inside myself

the only thing that now I can't deny

is that without it I can't survive

I don't know how hard will be

but I want to share with you my destiny

Will my thoughts ever become concrete?

will I one day finally feel complete?

maybe I'll cry every single night

or everything will be all right

so will my body hurt as hell?

Or maybe everything will end up well