Songtext zu 'Enemies' von Made Scars

In my bunker, I think of you, come the things,
that I should not remember, that one day I showed you,
And you just called and made ​​me cry.

Daydreaming in the dark, without you here to listen to me,
imagine if you had not mistake, dying every word,
when I feel that death is my duty and my place is Hell.

When I see you, I feel strange, try to control myself not to feel.
what will your thoughts, with these words I want to play inside,
do feel that life is worth living and dying, without pain.

Will you remember
when I seek you,
sitting on the stairs, suffering,
I waited for you,
that was not there to help me.

And so it ends, the end of the road
hope to move in the air,
seems that we are enemies,
enemies who love each.

And on my end, everyone will see that I was right,
when I first told, that in me there was no soul,
only war and hate, living in this fucking world.

You were everything, the unrequited dream,
a song that nobody sings, suffered a sense, a voice in anything,
forever in my mind, kept everything here.

Will you remember
when I seek you,
sitting on the stairs, suffering,
I waited for you,
that was not there to help me.

And so it ends, the end of the road
hope to move in the air,
seems that we are enemies,
enemies who love each.

And the bad times which never wanted to live,
remember everything like it was yesterday,
you do not even want to smile for me.

Will you remember
when I seek you,
sitting on the stairs, suffering,
I waited for you,
that was not there to help me.

And so it ends, the end of the road
hope to move in the air,
seems that we are enemies,
enemies who love each.

And the pollution that is around us, and friends of evil,
the lives that plague, and heads that let us down,
it destroys all the feelings, we have for years.

They never see what we have, will never feel what we feel,
are different and go wrong,
different even from us, we live and learn to live,
eye to eye we say things without thinking.

We create the impossible, give up before even trying,
other dream, invent others, wanted too much,
inadvertently suffer more, more hate, love too little,
it was just words and not feelings.

Will you remember
when I seek you,
sitting on the stairs, suffering,
I waited for you,
that was not there to help me.

And so it ends, the end of the road
hope to move in the air,
seems that we are enemies,
enemies who love each.