| Somewhere, maybe on the dark side
|
| later, maybe here on earth
|
| death is, maybe a beginning
|
| life is, way too short to live
|
| Sometimes I feel like I’m going mad
|
| and sometimes I feel like I’m going home
|
| sometimes I feel like I’m going mad
|
| and sometimes I feel like I’m going home
|
| Raining tears, from a black sky
|
| raining tears, from a black sky
|
| and all I have left, is a picture of you
|
| and you bet that I regret
|
| not taking care of you when you were alive
|
| Inside, deep into my marrow
|
| you pierced into my soul
|
| left me with a dark impression
|
| hollow, aching for your care
|
| If I ever see your face again
|
| I don’t know if life repeats itself
|
| losing your life wasn’t easy the first time
|
| dont’t know if I can do it again
|
| Sometimes I feel like I’m going mad
|
| and sometimes I feel like I’m going home
|
| sometimes I feel like I’m going mad
|
| and sometimes I feel like I’m going home
|
| I don’t believe in what they say
|
| that theres is an othe side
|
| but I, I live on the hope that I’m wrong
|
| Raining tears, from a black sky
|
| raining tears, from a black sky
|
| and all I have left, is a picture of you
|
| and you bet that I regret
|
| not taking care of you when I had a chance |