And when I remember the words you said, I do hope that they belong to yesterday. And when I remember the tears you had, I believe that the time dried them, anyway. And when I realize we’re not the same, I’m wondering in what way we’re different. And when I remember the words you said… Even if it’s hard to me to still think about yesterday, I don’t forget our moving times and how nice you were to me and I will never understand the way we are losing touch. Don’t blame me, I beg. Even if, even if there’s a sheet on me, even if there's fucking sheet on me. I’m still wondering if you recognized me; but maybe you did not care and I swear that regrets tortured me. I know I broke your dreams and years have passed without, I broke your dreams, with no news, no hope for change but I will never understand the way we are losing touch. Don’t blame me, I beg. Even if, even if there’s a sheet on me, even if there's fucking sheet on me. Forget I became a ghost and that you sat next to me. (You were next to me!) Maybe I will never see you again. I’ll never take the mask off. And I will always be the one who became a ghost but I hope this one will die, you know. And I hope this one will die.