Sorry that I lied to you
after all this things we've been true
maybe I've broke the thrust
but now I'll confess, I must
I don't know if I do wrong or right
that I fight the battle on the right side
Don't know the differences between
red or green
realtiy or fake
love or hate
the thruth has fade away
I don't know if I made the right choises
'cause I miss the voices
of my fake friends
I even don't know if this is my defence
so many questions
for a mind so small
it all makes me fall
Smart, great, sweet little angel
I wished you could see in my mirror
that you saw my hesitation
the regret I have for my lies
but that's life
and for my dom, stupid mind
I sometimes wish the touch of a knife