No one understand it, no one try to do it

I don't speak a lot , ‘cause I don't like to do it

People run too much, and anyone arrives

I'm so tired now, so I just want to sleep


Against myself


What else can I hope, what else can I lose?

No I can't explain what is inside of me

Every day the sun, and every night the moon

And every time my days go, I can't ask for more


Against myself


Is it all right what I say?

Is it all ok what I fake?