I can’t count the nights when I’ve hoped tomorrow won’t come I’ve lost my dreams and my love; lashed by the rain, I’m crying, crying, crying…
What do I need to do To be able to live as I am, without dressing myself up? I can't even believe in myself, so what should I believe in? The answer is so close that I can’t see it
I cry black tears I have nothing, I’m so sad Unable even to put it into words My whole body begins to ache I can’t take being alone
At night I grew tired of crying and drew my face, yet it wasn’t my face I need to stop hiding my weakness and putting on a smile
Is it the hardest thing in the world To live without dressing oneself up? If I could have something from you, I want something intangible I no longer need things that can break
Even if I cry black tears and scream Tomorrow will come with an unfamiliar face And I’ll come up against the same pain If those days are going to continue Then I want to go far away Even though I know it's selfish of me...
I cry black tears I have nothing, I’m so sad Unable even to put it into words My whole body begins to ache
Even if I cry black tears and scream Tomorrow will come with an unfamiliar face And I’ll come up against the same pain If those days are going to continue Then I want to go far away Even though I know it's selfish of me...