El Exilio De La Sensacion

This is the death of all I was. The exile of the feeling
It will never be the same, it will never be the same. The smiles are already dead. You can't erase my resentment without breaking my heart
In me, the calm failed. Like a stone, I no longer feel. It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore.
In me, the calm failed, because that ghost never gave up.
I'm like a stone, without feeling. There's no feeling. What a feeling