Blonde hair with clear blue eyes,
Never smiles, never cries...

Smile, just believe,
See this journey through...

Welcome to a gray-ish place,
One with lack of time...

In person, you'll see her,
Simple and sweet...

Broken angel, silently crying,
In her dreams, she fears she's dying...

Don't hold my hand, it's a stupid show,
Forget about me, hun, just let it go...

Looking at me,
You want to see - my inner side, my fantasies...

Sinful sweet, yet sick addictions,
Cynicle love has faded to lust...

Stupid, sympathetic, sounding
voices in my head...

I think about you and me,
The way we used to be...

Having my loss of inspiration...
Troubles finding motivation...

Sitting there your hand with mine,
Sitting there, lost track of time...