I wanna cry because of weakness, impossibility to speak or move my hand. Just all my actions weren't always right. Low your voice because someone won't hear you. My thoughts get stark when I dream Or too often look back.
Sorry, I'm late To take your f***ing train And you've gone so far. Theres'no light at the end of the tunnel As we are promised In the silent movies. I hate many Unwanted, silly people. I became someone else I've been caught in between All I wish, all I can and all that the other want. All I wish, all I can and all that the other want.
Look back I don't understand Whether I'm dead or alive Nobody cares Sorry, I can't get
It's cold underground As I am cold now, Even too much I can't hear the beat of heart It beats yet, doesn't it? Just low your voice For me to hear Something that I really need.