As I feel my heart pound with fear,
I watch my hands
In my left hand,
I see the scars of the past
That past full of joy, love, pain, hate;
I turn to my future,
now the veins of my right hand
start to pound with anger in my heart
The tips of my fingers start to bleed,
The blood runs down to the palm of my hand,
Becomes a sea of red
I make a fist;
and watch the blood fall on the ground
It shows me that my life is at an end,
this is goodbye to the scars of the past.