So many times I wanted to give myself to some body else
But I can't get rid of memories from my head - from the past
Because each and every day makes it harder to hold on
I am grateful , it is my gift
I give them a piece of me
I wait for those who remember because I can't brake through these bricks

Without friendship living is like sitting in windowless room
While we share our life with someone we don't take it all
But loneliness who will stand it under black cover of what we call reality
Surrounded by many walls of my own strange and confused world

It is dark and silent, I feel something's utterly wrong at me
It's hungry and prepared - I am scared , I am still waiting for them
For those who remember - they are like windows , they give light

Composição: Sceptic