Somewhere,
Someone has turn my thoughts
Into nightmares
Somehow their words
Are now my own, and I’m sure

They can take all I know
And break it to pieces,
They can take all I know.

Somewhere,
Someone is on [bad word] With my [bad word] self,
Leaving a shadow on my wal
l Somehow the wounds are always there
In the mirror,
Somehow the horror never stops,

And I’m sure
You can take all I know
And break it to pieces,
Every trace of my love
Is lost in a fire
Llename de melancholia [bad word] falls below the ideal.