Fire Walk With Me

They stole me from myself and now
I am a broken mirror wich every piece reflects
a distorted face of a lost identity.

Sometimes i´m not me

Nobody seems to understand what grows inside me
nobody will never understand what was taken from me

They stole me from myself and now...
a whole life that could have been,
but it has not and the distance
between my world and yours is just a bad day
and it seems that at the end
we are all alone carrying burdens
too heavy for our fragile weaker lungs.

Fire walk with me (and im not the only one, we where all touched we are all fucked)