♫ It's been a year since I woke up And I'm still tired With my suitcase under my arm I don't even know where I'm going And I'm wandering as if I were crazy I still bite my hands I've seen people all over the world No, it's not how I imagined it I've crushed my head in the mud I've eaten badly to stay alive I've heard people calling me a *** And I still run looking for the exit But the only way is to get out of the ditch Dig until you don't feel life If everyone is loving you now Know that this is just the beginning And not the end Even the prettiest rose gives off thorns Maybe the only solution is to leave Or be left out Know that this is just the beginning And not the end Even the prettiest rose gives off thorns Maybe the only solution is to leave Or be left out You're asking me how I feel Having the world in my hands As if it really mattered As if we were special And instead there's nothing left A fistful of flies in my hands Not even all the gold in the world Will be able to buy what you leave They treated me like a prejudiced saint They looked at me as if I were prejudiced When they will recover the body of my crime They will realize too late that they were wrong But I don't stop, I continue I want to live running on a thread The day that I won't have any reason I will know that this is not the beginning and not the end Know that this is just the beginning And not the end Even the prettiest rose gives off thorns Maybe the only solution is to leave Or be left out Know that this is just the beginning And not the end Even the prettiest rose gives off thorns Maybe the only solution is to leave Or be left out I was just looking for a pretext to say this To stop going where the wind blows To find light before everything is gone And if no one loves me, it will be the same I was just looking for a pretext to say this To stop going where the wind blows To find light before everything is gone And if no one loves me, it will be the same Know that this is not the beginning and not the end Even the prettiest rose gives off thorns Maybe the only solution is to leave Or be left out Know that this is not the beginning and not the end Even the prettiest rose gives off thorns Maybe the only solution is to leave Or be left out Or be left out