Your eyes stare into space
I'd like your unpossessed looks to be mine
Your secrets weave a net out of pain

I'd like my own losings to remain at you

I cried for you for the first time

Actually i have a torn life in my hand
I am prisoned to the lies i told
Exits are all closed, my soul is in streets


Your secrets weave a net out of pain
I'd like my own losings to remain at you


I cried for you for the first time
Actually i have a torn life in my hand

I am prisoned to the lies i told
Exits are all closed, my soul is in streets