Barbarismes

"I'm in my room, in my bed, thinking in you, thinking in yesterday
now you can see my dark face,
my cold feeling and my hate.
When I loose my faith,
is because I can't find my fate
and begins to grow up the fear
in my mind, in my head.
I'm a devil, I'm living in hell
When you are near I'm so lonely
I'm looking for a place where i will be well.

Wich thing left in this grey history?
Isn't enough space for who's waiting for the glory."