Too Late.

What have i done?
I've cracked the wings with my hands
the picture is melting down
in vain, i try to paint it again

But this time it's too late
my dream has gone away
too late for anything
anytihg, but you're still inside of me

No one understands
all my words lost at the end
how can it be this way?
The dead are bleeding like the life

But this time it's too late
my dream has gone away
too late for anything
anytihg, but you're still inside of me