Testo di Suffering

I was already waiting for. Surrounded by sorrow. I've been seen it before. Six feet under with worms. Why you didn't searched a cure? You waited for a sacred call? What I'm supposed to do? Cry in your funeral? That's my suffering! Sometimes I feel that I can Have all I want in my life. And sometimes I feel that nothing Is real, just dreams, waste of time. It's so strange this frozen skin, Your painted face seems a clown. What I'm supposed to do? Cry in your funeral? That's my suffering! There so many deaths Flying with the wind, Betraying the feelings Of children like me. Sensitizing myself, Always asking why. I'll need of your help, When I fall in your arms. For you, what's the real life? How can I recognize? Your face is so curious and sad. Where is the beauty of your eyes? Died with the bright of the past. I should be crushed in truth. But my heart became hollow. What I'm supposed to do? Cry in your funeral? That's my suffering!