Who would go to where I grew up who would care to know my last name who would judge my written past when I am gone when I am gone I'm dizzy, I'm weak but with blood enough to notice My finger prints in red over the curtains My only link with pain is breakin' slowly I think I'm falling asleep, I'm loosing conscience I haven't bled for so long, I could just stop it but I'm so tired it's a casier to go I think I'm not too far, I could just go back But everything is dark, the music is fading
And I, I just left, left my senses away somewhere And I just left, no one noticed that day no one cared
Who would keep my favorite records, who would read my secret letters
De maracay.....
My wounds don't even hurt I see no longer light I hear the music end
