Of course, all that you do has certain sense, But for whom, why do you do it? I’ve had enough I don't wanna look at you If you make up troubles If you aren't glad to small luck Do you think I’ll give back what I’ve just found?
I really don’t know What’s my fault?
I feel you behind back And do you know? I’m not scared I hate to lose control Be a victim or be cared You thought that I wouldn’t deal But I have to make this real That you wish to make of me This in your treachery I saw
I really don’t know In what’s my fault Cuz I can’t find any truth I’m doing something wrong
You’re ready to be weak To humiliate for it But your reasons are nothing now You’re ready to make a stride But I turn aside Any truth became a thing of the past I really don’t know
Every step we take leads to one great sweet mistake I’m tired of that Hey, do you feel the same? Despite all that I know there will be miracle for you But I'll never be your friend Don’t ask me what I don’t wanna show
You’re ready to be weak To humiliate for it But your reasons are nothing now You’re ready to make a stride But I turn aside Any truth became a thing of the past I really don’t know
Any truth for me Became a thing A thing of my past Any truth for me Became a thing A thing of my past…