I stand here alone,
The voices screaming...

I can't even look at her.
My head pounds, my heart rushes...

She walks down the street,
Eyes on the ground...

The sadness in her eyes,
The pain in her cries...

If every color had a feeling
Would colors be considered emotional...

The night is over
Her pain returns...

I apologize.
I pour my heart onto the paper...

And when I looked into your eyes
I saw mine looking back...

I hear the voices,
Inside my head...

Can't cry these tears anymore
Pouring myself out onto the ground...

When the wind blows cold,
When I'm shivering to the bone...

The abstract figures,
The foggy shapes...