I was talking to my shadow on the wall
I don't know if I believe him,
he almost always lies.
You hit rock bottom and you didn't believe again
you are so vulnerable
you lost a lot of blood.
Everything is the same
when there is no one to talk to something breaks
it escapes from your hands.
You made the old mistake
of following your heart.
They fooled you again
they left you again.
And there is no magic that fills the soul or the heart empty hands
empty hands.
I was talking to my shadow on the wall
he told me your dreams
that one day they fell asleep.
Inside you there are voices
that make you think.
The bumps in the soul
are not cured with anything.
Everything is the same when there is no one to talk to something broke
it escaped from your hands.
You made the old mistake
of following your heart.
They deceived you again
they left you again
and there is no magic that fills the soul or the heart. empty hands
empty hands
Everything is the same when there is no one to talk to something broke
it escaped from your hands.
You made the old mistake
of following your heart
they deceived you again
they left you again.
And there is no magic that fills the soul or the heart. Empty hands
Empty hands
Empty hands
Empty hands.