Why do you believe
My little masquerade...

Walking down the street
Tears flooding my eyes...

(Chorus)
It's okay to cry...

You see my smile,
But not my eyes...

With pains stabbing in his chest,
He decided to go to the doctor...

Pulling some pallets to the back,
I hear there is a call for me...

God, why do you take them away?
Now I have no parents here with me...

There she is standing,
With her hands in the sink...

Without your eyes,
Without your hair...

It has been fourteen years,
Since that cold December day...

Dear old friend of mine,
The one whom I love still...

How can you see me everyday,
And be so unaware of my pain...