Testo Be Myself

Lost in senselessness
Seven days
Every week
Tranquility outside
Restless in the mind
Faceless are the sorrows of the novelty to be
There's a young old face beside of me
Do you see the blood
Behind their tears
Over days
Every year
Don't you see blood
Behind their tears
It can't be

Why don't you take a second glance
To see what's really there
Take a guess on the road
It's leading towards
And see the pain
Behind a face
Stop by and help? Too much of a grace!