Sometimes my tears never find their way to touch the softness of your skin getting lost in an endless story. Sometimes my words crawl to get out want to whisper in to your ears lyrics of love and sympathy.
Sometimes the sounds are far away I want to listen by they deny to let me understand their pain. Sometimes my demons want to touch the angels of your sleep allow the disguise themselves for one more time.
Pail night, cold wind alone and afraid I stand. Give me your hand, don’t let me fall I’m aching, I’m getting sick while I’m tearing apart into million pieces the fears of my pride.