Why does she lose herself in a crowd? Why does she lose herself in a man? Why doesn't she lose herself in the sun or a cloud, Or wind, or rain?
Why is she looking for passion Instead of kindness and warm, Would she be happier living in flashes, Or something that still is on.
Couldn't she shoot in the middle? Why does she choose to be blind? She looks for people, she hides from people, She doesn't know what's on her mind.
Why does she lose herself and her friends? Why does she lose the whole interest? Why doesn't she stop running away and see she's got something to chase?
Leaves fall down in october And go green when summer comes back - Even the nature starts over and over But she's so tired to build and break.
Couldn't she shoot in the middle? Why does she choose to be blind? She looks for people, she hides from people, She doesn't know why..
Couldn't she shoot in the middle? Why does she choose to be blind? She looks for people, she hides from people, She doesn't know what's on her mind.