my fists out of controlmy eyes to blind to seemy
This is a story ´bout yourselfand I´d like to tell
I´m down on the floor I´m beggin´for moreand I realize
I saw the eyes of this warchildThey are so cold
The last year was one lost year of my lifeI
It´s like a brand into your skinlost in a world
You´re just a child, I entered your mindand I´m your
I reached this mountainnever known that I could fallbright blue
Only emptiness in meA coming end I could not seeAll
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