celties bez modinātāja

11:55am: I've got blood on my hands
A hole in my heart
I'm afraid of my thoughts and
I'm falling apart
I'm surrounded by fear
Stuck in despair
And if I make it from here
I'll be good, I swear

11:58am: I'm dreaming away
I'm making excuses
Somebody said I'm totally useless
Give me a reason, give me a sign
Something to stop me from loosing my mind

I'm blind
I can't see a thing
I can't hear a word
I can't even bring myself to be heard

I wanna get out
I'm locked up for good
If I speak, if I shout
I'll be misunderstood

12:05pm: