I guess, you thought about your life, your family and skills.
I guess, it was a pity to understand the truth.
Where will you hide your tears?
What will you be going through?
What for we go through these problems?
What for we were born in this place?
What for we make these pics that we can’t erase?
I’m against the grey crowd of grey people, music and walls
I prefer my life like a spot of different colours
Take me from this Hell
Show me your carefree life
I feel bad in this place
And I’m thinking about knife
What do you live for?
What will you expect to find?
Don’t deny your words!
Don’t deny your mind!