i don´t felling safe in this arms
and i don´t really know why you leave me
beneath this rain,
i saw every thougth that you should´ve tell me
when your walking away from me

alone and hurt the fear turns to hate,
look what i´ve [bad word] 
who have i [bad word] 
and you so delicated, delicated,
breath for crawl

don´t say a word
you don´t care if i still breathing
or if i lost an only single second of life,
how many ghost are surround you?
how many ghost are inside of you?

to spit my face

the fear turns to hate.