They sting and hurt me these thorns
Fruit of my past repressed
Now I don't know who to trust
Impossible for me to be hurt again
I can not carry another cross
F*ck I'm so tired
I wish I could, I wish, I wish
So difficult to be peaceful again
Like I was when nothing had happened yet
I miss that time
When only walking would clear my mind
Life was a promise land
A dream with no end
But I'm so frightened now
No more thorns, no more thorns
No more thorns