i don't know how to love anymore
i don't want to write songs anymore
i don't want to watch the tv anymore

in war my life was better
our moment is gone

it never stops raining in this parade

prisoner of time
i sound so desperated when it's about you
filled with guilt to the throat

how high should i get so i can see you?

i keep asking where is my paradise
what is paradise?
tired eyes
how did you take care of all this pain?
sometimes i look in the mirror
i get so scared

you had seen the flowers in my eyes
i can't make them grow anymore anymore anymore