I sit and try to write the words I want your heart...
The room is sad and quiet now for you're not here...

There is this picture of you in my mind,
This picture is from the day that you died...

I stand here divided, by fear.
My arms stretched out, my intentions sincere...

Tired to tell what's really inside
Tired of constantly making up my mind...

Does he look at me?
Does he notices me...

I'm holding on, that's all I can do.
I'm trying to grasp the small things, the memories...

There are many things I'd like to say...

Yesterday I felt different,
I felt like the girl who didn't belong...

Who am I?
I ask myself, a question heavy on my mind...

Seconds, minutes, hours, days.
Time goes by in many different ways...

Alone in my house, my castle, my palace,
To outsiders it's small...

Do you know misery? I do. It lives inside my body...
The heaviness of misery resides on the shoulders...