That Day

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 dizzi, I'm weak but with blood enough to notice

My fingers print in red over the curtains

My only link with pain is breakin' slowly

I think I'm drifting away, I'm loosing conscience

I haven't bled for so long, I could just stop it

But I'm so tired it's easier to go

I think I'm not too far, I could just go back

But everything is dark, the music is fading



And 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

Who would tell my funniest jokes

When I am gone, when I am gone



De Maracay...



My wounds don't even hurt

I see no longer light

I hear the music end