Who would go to where I grew up

who would care to know my last name

who would judge my written past when I am gone

when I am gone

I'm dizzy, I'm weak but with blood enough to notice

My finger prints in red over the curtains

My only link with pain is breakin' slowly

I think I'm falling asleep, I'm loosing conscience

I haven't bled for so long, I could just stop it

but I'm so tired it's a casier to go

I think I'm not too far, I could just go back

But everything is dark, the music is fading



And I, I just left, left my senses away somewhere

And I just left, no one noticed that day

no one cared



Who would keep my favorite records, who would read

my secret letters



De maracay.....



My wounds don't even hurt

I see no longer light

I hear the music end