Maybe I should cry, maybe I should denynmy tired face looking so grimnA jarful of thoughts is waiting under the sheets,nanother sleepless nightnnI don't feel ashamed, I feel no guiltnI need to stay alivenSince there is no time, since the sands still flownI will be therennThe blackest of my hearts, the sweetest of my wordsnAm I strong enough?nI'll never forget, everything livesnUntil my flesh will be no morennA sense of deep frustration tinges with black my heartnI cannot cry I want to dienA grandeur manifestation of a wrong self-addictionnThere's no end to ease this painnnLost in those eyes, stolen by that scentndigging down my skinnShivers that cut like sharpened knivesnmy wounds, will they ever heal?nnThis story is a black spiral without an end,ncarry me follow me deep into this hellnTake my hand know and everyday of a life that won't exsistnAre we gonna meet again someday? so many years from nownWhen I'm asking you is more than everything, no more compromises