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Save meI lost myself in non real world. Save meI don't recognize my own soul. Save meI've caused myself heartbreak. Save meI don't want heart that aches. Save meRain keeps calling my name. Save meWind took my spirit away. Save meI'm too tired of these games. Save meI am the only one to blame. Save mePeople won't notice my pain. Save meI'm tired of counting the days. Save meI died but I'm living again. Save meI have nothing but the rain. Save me
She=artI draw herI sing herI write herShe's the perfect piece of artAnd she's mineNo one like herNot even closeNot a human creaturePerfectly featuredSilky voice, radiating smileDeep and innocent eyesPure heart, soul without sinGorgeous body, incredible skinShe is a drawingShe is a songShe is a poemShe is an art that comes from my soulThe way of saying words I love youThe way explaining how I feelThis is the way, the way I show youAnd all you need, is giving inů
We go to sleepI go to sleep to dream about youI go to sleep to hide from the truthI want to lock my pain out of my lifeI lost myself between written linesYou go to sleep to forget about meYou go to sleep to hide from your fearsInside of the cage you lost your own pulseInside of the dream you don't care about rulesWe go to sleep to dream about usWe go to sleep to reach out for the starsWe go to sleep to never stopWe go to sleep just to wake up
Sand clockNobody's home, tonight she's all aloneWhispers are coming from the wallA hand is touching the broken clockA heart is slowly turning into stoneThe piano plays a medley of the love songsThe door is open but the wind still knocksAnd the sound of it beats inside your mindBut no one, not ever would tell you whyThe sand still runs inside the broken clockWhispers are still coming from the dark wallsPain has frozen inside your empty veinsBut the memory of losing still remainsBloody tears you share with solitudeTequila, whiskey put you in the moodNo more whispers, no more stupid liesNo more pain in those beautiful eyesHer sand ran out, her heart has stoppedNo memories left, no life, no soundBut she will celebrate tonight, all alone with switched red lights
Celebrating redemption and being restoredCelebrating her freedom with final rebornHer heart keeps waiting for the total recallBut the sand that still runs is no longer for her
Paper inked with loveI used to write so many thingsI used to smile, I used to singI used to be so very happyI used to be
And then you trapped meThe piece of paperOn the tableA little storyOf a traitorWritten linesOn the purest heartWritten linesTo lie aboutI was the paperYou were the wordsYou violate meSo I got lostI am the memoryYou are the ghostI won't be treasuringNot anymoreYou inked the paperYou inked my soulIt won't get betterIt won't let goThey will retell this storyThe piece of paper gonna burn to ashAnd we will shine in endless gloryBut it will never heal this painful gash