You say you hear me.
Do you understand what I have to say about being pure of heart to you.
You say you read me.
Do you comprehend my past, my fears, my pasion, my desires and my pain.
DO YOU!
DO YOU!

A million times I've tried, to escape and run away.
And leave this live of misery.

The dreams in wich I die.
I walk across this burning bridge that falls down, before your eyes but you just stare.

In these days of being brokenhearted.
In these days wich have really darkened.
I cry for help, but no one hears me scream.

You told me to believe.
It's so strange to see those words don't fit in our reality.
Now here I lie alone.
I don't ever want to be decieved like this.
Death a very tempting bliss.

In these days of being brokenhearted.
In these days wich have really darkened.
In these days in wich the pain is rising.
In these days that I try surviving.
I cry for help, but no one hears me scream.

YOU
DON'T
now what it's like to.
WANT
TO
rise from this fall, I've taken for you.

In these days of being brokenhearted.
In these days wich have really darkened.
In these days in wich the pain is rising.
In these days that I try surviving.
In these days.
I cry for help, but no one hears me scream.


(c) Janez Detd