An internal war and a dead silence
inside in sad big eyes.
And if my dog pretends it’s dead
(It will be for good reasons).
Too much air in the sky,
(I don’t know whether I’ll be able to breathe it).
At the end …I die cut into pieces.
Don’t worry about me.
Too much air in the sky,
(I don’t know whether I’ll be able to breathe it).
At the end …I die cut into pieces.
Don’t worry about me.
