a box with roses, some postcards and disturbed minds everything was secret, locked inside me we cant go, side by side you pretended, to be just mine Our photos, my memories your photos, my memories its your last day, its your fucking last day (your music box its my pain machine) Why, you always act like a snake. I realy don't care, your poison tears cant touch why you always have to be so fake I realy don't care, your poison tears cant touch Move looking for a answer to my tomorrow i couln't breath again I can smell this roses in my shirts that dry all these tears In the middle of the storms and hurricanes I see the last drop of her tears on my face. And now, no one can hear you No one can hear you But I have only 5 seconds to rescue you Only 5 seconds to rescue you now So i can see you So i can see you So i can see you Right now And I can see you, right now i can't see you