How shall I tell you?
About a spell that has bound me.
How shall I tell you?
Before the soul dies,
About a spell that has bound me,
About a spell that’s downing,
Any change that is coming to me.
How shall I tell you?
About a fire that is getting quenched,
In the eyes of dark grey clouds,
That I am struggling to face them.
How shall I tell you?
About a soul that is bereft of love.
How shall I tell you?
About an addict who wishes,
To see his own blood all the time.
How shall I tell you?
About a dream slayer,
Who is killing his dreams,
Only to let the fate have the last laugh.
How shall I tell you?
When the story is far from over,
That I won’t stop at nothing,
That I will face my demons,
That I will change,
That I will collect all the pieces,
That I will not let myself die in my own ashes.