It's a conflictual story to hold back one's breathing

He wasted your precious tomorrows without leaving anything

 

You wrung out of the one whose you're attached

Let's go meeting the sun, at moon's other side

 

Is there anything left from what I lost ?

 

But I believe the destiny, I believe the eternity

I believe the destiny, but you said I'm useless

 

In a silver color car I drive to paradise

Worn with a legacy that looks a lot like death

 

If when I will be cold again I would not be able to say understandable words,

Thank you for everything until now and... fuck you !

 

Is there anything left from what I lost ?