| I’m walking through fields of the fallen alone in silence
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| I’m praising their courage, I envy their loss
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| My steps leaves marks of another forsaken soul
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| My choices might haunt me forever until I’m gone
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| With so much lost in anger, too much built up fear
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| And all these thoughts colliding making my wounds seem fatal
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| Pushing my head under water making me tired and torn
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| If only things were different, only things were different
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| My soul and my inside’s been colored and there is no silence
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| Not distant from courage I’m wearing the loss
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| My eyes sees the dawn of another horizon
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| My battle, it rages forever
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| With so much lost in anger, too much built up fear
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| And all these thoughts colliding making my wounds seem fatal
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| Pushing my head under water making me tired and torn
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| If only things were different, if only things were
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| Brought to me in a different shade
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| Shown to me so that I could relate
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| Lock all doors that would make me stray
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| And offer me a brand new day
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| Never claimed to be someone I’m not
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| And always feared to be forgotten
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| So led astray that I lost all worth
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| So torn by wounds in a world of hurt
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| With so much lost in anger, too much built up fear
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| And all these thoughts colliding making my wounds seem fatal
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| Pushing my head under water making me tired and torn
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| If only things were different, if only things were
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| If only things were different, if only things were |