Inside
Max Maicas
The pain does not come to an end
Mistakes that nobody forgets
My brain just Remembers the hate
And I just feel that my soul's dead
And
The ones that seemed to be there
The same ones that called theirselves friends
When I was down and needed a hand
Were the firsts who went away
And I ask myself
Every night and day
If I deserve to live
And I ask to god
And I ask to the devil, ay
"What do you want from me?"
What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?