I'm standing in the middle of two choices,
standing in a crowd of million voices.
My stiff smile has yet not faded on my face,
as I look back at memories of the past in disgrace.
All my attemps ends up in vain.
Among million questions one will allways remain.
As I walk forward my dreams become few,
My mouth speaks indifferent and untrue.
Words that nails into my bare skin,
unknown tears drying on my chin.
Lies give birth to more lies.
