Apathetic twins

I've always lived inside a jar of crystal,
behind a cage, trying to survive for freedom.
what do i want and what I seek if every day I eat pain.
We are too many... twins, we live too many lives in one body,
I have so many interests but nothing is so strong for fight in a long time ...
and I'm still here.
I'm too sick to continue to sigh by waiting for the sun.
I would like to make a turn to everything, but I keep crying in a corner ...
and whenever I seem to see the sun from this dark box,
it was just an illusion ...
it was just an illusion ...
I pretend I count on me, but alive of stolen emotions,
I never found my place and I still do not understand my mistakes.
I never had the strength, and when I have it is only a a single dose.
Everything always loses sense shortly afterwards.
If I had a heart perhaps it would be easier,
or if I did not have it all ...
instead I'm just a mix mess,
a palette scattered on broken glasses.
And everything within me goes on fire.
Autumn is my father, moody.
I broke the glass but I'm sorry,
I bloody drowns and I'm still here.
Maybe we are not ready,
maybe we are still too many.
Maybe I do not come from here ...
every time I think I have the answers, the questions change.
I'm in a mirror game,
it was just an illusion ...
it was just an illusion ...