You talk out there that do not love me
You swear that you do not feel anything
But the night's nightmare on his bed
Solitude at dawn
Phone off the wall
My name scrawled on its agenda
Symptoms of unresolved passion
And of love over evil
You lie down but sleep, give it up
Does everything to sleep does not help
're Dying of longing for pride
Do not come looking for me

Who weeps not forgotten
Who remembers crying
When you forget ripping
Do not scribble the agenda
Who weeps not forgotten
Neither the bed rolls
If it loses sleep
You still love me