at night
Somehow, I don'T know where to leave all this trash that'S inside me
Search for the bin to throw my heart into.
I wonder if it still remains there, or ever will be
The way I'm worn out. Worn out by who?
The tears you cry have come to late
And lately I shiver and suffer
The blood drips out so slowly where I touched the blade
Today it'S this here, tomorow it'll be another.
From attack to attack I run, cannot rest, can't stop to cry
My tears are always left behind
Staped down by a million of people
calling my name each night.
This red colored dream that never comes
still desired and finally fullfilled.
I put it in your hand with dirt all over
and it turned black.
So still I don't care, you don't know why
Why should you do, 'cause it's allright.
An all I ever cared about
remains in that single dustbin... at night.
