Letter to myself

Well, I was driving to the city I was born I decided to leave all behind and never turn All I love, all I hate and all the things that make me numb Just take a guitar and in the black night begin to strum Cold mornings, hot nights; all that I wanted was lost A last lighted cigarette of an empty packet extinguished by the frost The last little drop of a dense liquor made of haters’ tears A grain of sand conscious to have to keep wandering alone in the air And outside it rains, my face is tight in a vice As a liar, I’ve come to believe my own lies Baby, I love all of my nightmares ‘cause they let me think Only cry for the evil, never cry for the beautiful things We all take the way to the reality misunderstood Where truth and fiction enjoy brotherhood There the metal hearts are broken by the simple wood The faces are anonymous and the intentions are obscured by the wall of the regret And outside it rains, my face is tight in a vice As a liar, I’ve come to believe my own lies Baby, I love all of my nightmares ‘cause they let me think Only cry for the evil, never cry for the beautiful I saw a light that shines forever And people keep on burning together So raise your glass of wine and enter In the room that you’ve created for your lonely time Just forget those memories and lose all the lines And outside it rains, my face is tight in a vice As a liar, I’ve come to believe my own lies Baby, I love all of my nightmares ‘cause they let me think Only cry for the evil, never cry for the beautiful things Oh, the beautiful things, oh ooh ooh ooh Baby, I love all of my dreams ‘cause they let me think Never cry for the people, only cry for the life that you lead