I died long ago, left the body on this planet
It does everything itself, it does not remember me
And sometimes I write by them with gnarled hand in a notebook
And if I remember that I can breathe
I think again, again
Chorus:
I'm tired of being alive
I'm tired of being different
I'm tired of being a stranger
On this planet.
I am trying to run away from myself and others
And a body thinks again and decides everything for the two
But it is easy to forget about it, so if this is forever
And someone forced me to live, although I remember
I'm dead..... I'm dead.
(Orbita)
I ...
Do you miss me?
R.
