How many times have you looked at your hands,
how they hurt?
How many times have you listened to the stories of others,
how they hurt?
In you again everything is blackened,
in you again everything is blackened,
in you again everything is blackened.
That's
why I'm insecure,
tired,
I'm falling apart.
I'm looking for a way out,
I know the way is endless.
How many times have you thought you shouldn't stand?
How many times have you stood behind everyone to fight?
In you again everything is blackened,
in you again everything is blackened,
in you again everything is blackened.
That's why I'm insecure,
tired,
I'm falling apart.
I'm looking for a way out,
I know
the way is endless.
That's why I'm insecure,
tired,
I'm falling apart.
I'm looking for a way out, I know
the way is endless.