Every bandage I put, remains the sin I have committed.

The scars inside, are the guilt I want to rewind.

The blood that drip, are the sorrow that I wanna adopt.

The coat is your warmth, and the pendant are your love.

I keep holding hope, to find this living you told.

The wind reminds me of the freedom I seek.

Yet the coldness of water let me remember, the last day you speak.

In every attempt I tried to be by your side does not agree to let me die.

I wonder why? Is it you that trying to make me stay?

What's the purpose of living today?

When you are not even allowed to stay?

I just wanted to feel your embrace like those very last day...

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