"Walking on, on my way, there is no need to fake" she said I think of these days, there's nothing left to say Reminds me of the light of spain summer sun = This is the last thing I can remember It reminds me of the sunlight and the fear I felt While I was running back to you, back to addictive troubles While I was keeping faith on you, I killed the man I was I dream about another road, to take a ride to an exit But memories stain still, like I'd stabbed my own back Barely awake in the back of my car Barely alive in the trunk of my obsessions I killed the man I was.