So here I am picking up your
Clothes from the floor...

There you are my old friend,
You came to me again...

I don't care if you're driving her home tonight,
I don't care...

Misters' of no one
I am born to be alone...

Fear...
Dark thoughts...

It had passed a lot of days,
And the days became years...

There's this tear in my eye
When they say something about you...

She sits on her throne.
the only thing she loves...

You are standing surprised
In front of me...