Your hands are out of mind, You sick and high, You tired and hide Your shaking mouth out of mine Wide opened eyes. Your make up is quiet allright, It's hard to breath, You're asking - why Your stomach makes you feel like this? You're running out of time.
You're dizzy when you stand, You fall and weep, You can not sleep You tired and failed cause you're weak So you surrend. The shadows, that you see Just in your head, But fear they spread... I'll never let my girl go mad Because of me.