VIII letra

There's no question mark, in the reproachful beating of the clock.
Punctually registrating the time I've clearly wasted.

Eyes reveal an eggshell with with a concrete look.
Fragile like Chinese porcelain, still my mand can't break it.

I tried the fists, the pride, the tears, denial.
But all I needed was a simple smile.

The thing I love is what I fear.
Afraid I'd hold, I'd strangle.

The painting merely illustrates the one that broke the wall.

Is no one else but you.

Darwin - Letras

• ¡Voy a Mi Hogar!
• An Ever Ending Road
• An Unborn Dream
• Ancient Gibberish
• I
• II
• III
• IV
• IX
• Just Mud Remained
• My Better Friends
• Perder o Medo
• This Mental Nourishment.. My Drive!
• V
• VI
• VII
• VIII
• When An Echo Reaches Your Heart
• Why Not
• X