Bien

Step by step, the sins weigh on me
That I drag through the streets, always looking down
The emptiness of my body grows more and more
So bitter my loneliness feels

Day by day, the clouds approach
And my tears spill, from my eyes to my mouth
And I can't take it anymore, everyone knows how to point fingers
I better hide in my insecurity

I know I'm not well
Sooner or later, one day I will change
But here I am with all my pain filling the void in my heart

They say suffering is a choice
A prominent tool of victimization
Although I believe pain is opposition, not a decision

I didn't choose for you to leave
I didn't choose this life
More than a couple of sins, that I still carry to this day

I know I'm not well
Sooner or later, one day I will change
But here I am with all my pain filling the void in my heart

Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh

Don't they see it?
I'm not well
Early morning cries
My pillow complains

Don't they see it...?
And until they find my body lying on the floor
I'll wonder: what did I do wrong? Now I feel fine