Cuando la angustia te vence, sabes que ya es hora de partir..

My weakness is that I care too much.

You say you're not going to fight because no one will fight for you. And you think there's not enough love and no one to give it to. And you're sure you've hurt for so long. You've got nothing left to lose, so you say you're not going to fight because no one will fight for you.

It's easier to run, replacing this pain with something numb. It's so much easier to go, then face all this pain here all alone.
I lit my pain on fire and I watched it all burn down. Now I'm dancing in the ashes and theres no one else around, cause I wanna be apart of something. This is just a story of a broken soul.

I’ve given up, I’m sick of feeling. Is there nothing you can say. Take this all away. I’m suffocating, tell me what the fuck is wrong with me.
I question my own existence, question the meaning of life.. The hardest ones to love are the ones that need it most.

Cuando la angustia te vence, sabes que ya es hora de partir..