This confusion,

these dying hearts,

these melting tears,

they called it livin’.

This getting lost in fears,

in grudges,

in false hopes,

in false memories,

they called it livin’.

And me,

with this lack,

I clean my heart.

I stay with some beliefs,

I clean up my pain,

this filth, this blood

which eventually coagulates forming the scar.

We have avoided,

it revolves around what we have inside.

See you around,

with mine,

with your fears.