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You’re weary, for each turn that the world gives

Grows in you the certainty that you’re nothing

Unhappy, your life is a tragedy that every day gives you more reasons to escape

And nobody knows that your fight dwell inside

Every night the demons awaits you on the darkness

All your dreams outcome in angels burning in the paradise

No one for you will hold his hand

I’m not dreaming, is the cruel life

At the beginning you thought that all your wounds could be closed by the time

You believed in the lie of the happiness

Then understand that the life will hurt us until the end

Misfortune real of the every day

You’re weary, for each turn that the world gives

Grows in you the certainty that you’re nothing

Distressed your life is a tragedy that every day gives you more reasons to cry!

Cry! Search for relief in the cry trying to heal the wounds that time is unable to close

All this wasted time searching for the happiness

As them showed you a cry of mankind lost in the void of the innocence

No one helps no one

No one for you will hold his hand

You’re not dreaming, is the cruel life that will hurt you until the end

Why sustains the pain, for what maintain the life?

Is not the sense you want to feel (...is not the sense you want to feel, and cry...)

For the sunset of your heart (...for the sunset of your heart...)

Will the stars shine in the sky (...will the stars shine in the sky, and cry...)

The serenity of peace be reached on the instant of die (...the serenity of peace be reached on the instant of die...)