I wake up at night, I open my eyes and it's cold.
What happened? I look around, everything is dark and dull.
The moisture from my eyes betray my secret dream so tight that only ends in this state without a shield.
My mind laughing at bedtime again, my reason does not understand
"Why is it so important?" And yet I am well: under my eyes with tears and a dull pain under and forgotten him,
and let me go, I would doubt
and once for a moment I allow torture and close my eyes again drawing back the hooked chains that I have put everywhere and the memory is unlocked and back to see you flourish.
And I would mourn, cry, whine, kick, scr