Who would go to where I grew up
Who would care to know my last name
Who would judge my written past when I am gone
When I am gone
I'm dizzy, I'm weak but with blood enough to notice
My finger prints in red over the curtains
My only link with pain is breakin' slowly
I think I'm falling asleep, I'm loosing conscience
I haven't bled for so long, I could just stop it
But I'm so tired it's a casier to go
I think I'm not too far, I could just go back
But everything is dark, the music is fading
And I, I just left, left my senses away somewhere
And I just left, no one noticed that day
No one cared
Who would keep my favorite records, who would read
My secret letters
De maracay...
My wounds don't even hurt
I see no longer light
I hear the music end
