As my spirit fled to fly
From my body to the sky...

You are not trying
To fill this empty space...

Didn't know me
But knew my body...

Merely little are my means
I have no fortune, only dreams...

The lonely hearts of the unloved
Do they finally turn to stone...

I lost myself somewhere behind,
The mournful rustling of the wind...

I only write about agony
And love which I don't feel...

Maybe, Baby I'm a fool
But I know love isn't cool...

Ink won't flow, blank white sheet,
Ungifted artist in urgent need...

All you have been
is indifferent and cold...

I guess when you said you loved me
You did not mean eternity...

No one knows but me
About the dirt I try to hide...