The shape of all my doubts... My [bad word] closer... [bad word] me...

Here I stand, in the falling rain
There is no joy - inside these tears
I see the world trough a twisted and bitter stare
To be where I've been - to see what I have seen

Is it a dream?
Or can I believe?
The memories will haunt me for evermore

The shape of all my doubts... My [bad word] closer... I [bad word] you...

I 'm not the man, you used to know
Why I'm different... everything is different now
When you left me, you planted a seed of hate in me
Nothing is stronger, stronger than this

Is it a dream?
Or can I believe?
The memories will haunt me for evermore

Is it a dream?
Or can I believe?
The memories will haunt me for evermore
Or this is a dream?
What can I believe?