I used to feel, and this feeling used to heal, But there was something wrong, there is always something wrong... in yourself. I sometimes participate in some mysteries of life, But the fool don't understand the own. Like i did so many times, I stepped a place i believed mine, My own beliefs, my favorite love, weren't different from anyone else's. And now, what is left in my heart? If i had to live it all again i would walk just like the same, I know, Things changed or the way i used to be?