I'm standing here in the kitchen
with the breadknife in my hand...

I'm sitting at the door
waiting for a dream to pass me by...

All those times we sat
right under that beauty...

When Christmas is over, and I wake up again
day after, in my warm comfty bed...

I don't think you realized how hard your words cut...
straight into my heart, the other day...

I'm hearing voices
oh no, not in my head...

She's flying higher, and higher
and the sky is so blue...

They Keep telling me lies
All the doctors, those fools...

I'm sorry,
I don't know how to say...

I feel like I'm missing something
Like I'm missing a part of me...

Feeling empty, deep inside
no one understands...

Nothing is sure
in the life we have...