الأغاني: 7 Years. Shape Without Form. Echo Of Your Words.

I am confused by a traffic of minds, they invade my reason and transform in paranoia, rambling paranoia. That can only make me feel bad, I?m still paying my errors whose I?ll never stop to repent. So tell me what you want and tell me what you need, tell me what I have to do. Maybe hope in a coming back or not? Now I understand what you felt and for this I repent again, repent again? I?m looking at the white wall in front of me, where I see images that I wouldn?t ever seen and I feel too much lonely? Echo of your these fuckin? true words, sounds again in my head and I fall in a gap of tears. Please don?t leave me, ?cause I need you. Please don?t leave me, ?cause I love you. The wind of hope to have you near again re-starts to blow stronger than before. I don?t know how much time it will be able to resist in silence? Then a close-up, a look , a smile of yours all this fills me of life. A new sun is burning me, inside. So take its rays and make them yours I?ll never feel alone but do it now because this time has not soul.