Tekster: Before The Murder. Other. Ruins.

What's left for me?
When all my life revolves around regrets
And every thought is a rod piercing my heart.

Of the dreams I once had only ruins remain
Tell me now: What's left for me?
What's left for me? (x 3)

How am I supposed to give love
When I can't even accept myself
Struggling and trying to cut the wires of my brain
That wind around broken memories.

This is a war I can't win
I'm alone in this
This is a war I cannot win
A war that strains every cell of my whole body
And I'm alone.

What's left for me? (x2)

How am I supposed to give love
When I can't even accept my self
Struggling and trying to cut the wires of my brain
That wind around broken memories.