I am lying on the floor and staring just
On ceiling. Maybe there i see my past.
My tears began to burn all over face.
I want to leave this cold, unfriendly place.
I am sitting in this white and empty room
And there is just one thing I can assume:
You'll never let me know about your plan
Sometimes you scare me like the only man.
I touch my skin, i want to peel it off.
I lay in snow and since that time i cough.
It makes some pain, but i'll rip out my heart.
I'll never call somebody my "sweetheart".
You're holding now my wrists just very tight
And so i cannot run, i cannot fight.
And every word of yours is painful lie.
You're thinking that i am pretty when i cry?