Why should I walk in every sense?
To find a trace
To make a sense
To my life, to my existence.
Why should I read by heart all my prayers?
And repeat them every dawn
Although I know it’s in vain
They can’t prevent my dreams to go down the drain
Why should I spend my days, in waiting and eagerness?
And my nights, in despair and sadness…
Why I get depressed in the crowed
And silence reveals my failures so hard, so loud...
Why life betrays me in every way
Why it fools me away...
Why destiny wants me sad
Why it makes me feel so bad
Why winter steals my spring
Why I lose my life, my dreams
I lose you and everything…
Why I have to choose between worse and worse.
And pain makes its rules.
