He has the right to put his hands on your body
He has the right to breathe your scent
He even has the right to the looks that make him stronger
Put the warmth of your voice in my heart
And it hurts, believe me, a blade driven deep into my soul
Look inside yourself, not even the shadow of a tear
And I still bleed, I smile at death
All this red on my body
I hurt you in a final effort
He loves to stroke your face when you fall asleep
And you allow yourself to say again, again
I know that what doesn't kill us makes us stronger
But me, but me, I'm already dead
It hurts, believe me, a blade driven deep into my soul
Look inside yourself, not even the shadow of a tear
And I still bleed, I smile at death
All this red on my body
I hurt you in a final effort
but I still bleed, I smile at death
All this red on my body
All this red on my body
All this red on my body