This was always my torture
This was always my pain
The one thing in my brain
that blew away

Why? I have no idea why
But the more time passes
I know right?

A permanent wound in my head
Was I born this way?
Clouding my understanding
But a truth never dies
What to do with two? or many of them?

Who will guide me through this path
Will you
I can do it myself
But it's better if we do...

I don't know what to do
I just see the wounds
This must make sense in the end