Today the past is like a dress
 I put it on and see myself
 So strange, just like a stranger
 but I recognize the face

 [bad word] 
 And oh, I wish the past was different
 And oh, I wish it wasn't so
 But in the end, because I'm here now
 In the end, I think you know
 I can't say it and you can't
 feel it
 but I can not let it go

 And oh, I wish the past was different
 And oh, I wish it wasn't so

 I am astonished by the difference
 Fragile [bad word] makes in our lives
 And I´d grateful if I could be
 but I can not face, can not
 face the lies