Sometimes I'd like you to die out of my head.

Feelings, buried deep inside,

Words, once you've said...

Sometimes when you're around I wish to tell you it's true,

Tell you how I feel inside.

Bus these words won't be heared by you.

I always tried to do it right, but without you it makes no sense.

So I'm talking only empty words

In my personal defence.

>>Mai 2005<<