Time passes slow and fast,
think that this week may be my last.
I don't listen to a word that my parents say,
and I don't care, I´ll die anyway.

Cut my throat and watch me spread
blood and a strange type of need.
Sewed dreams in my head,
maybe i should've just sleeped instead.

The hours look more like endless chains,
I try to break them, but they remain.
I search for meaning in the quiet night,
but i can just see the world in black and white.

The mirror lies, it shows a face,
a shadow of someone that have no place.
It whisper "your mistakes no one can undo."
and i guess that this is true.