Deep in sadness of her eyes
Like in a scrapbook of her mind
She tried to find
Pieces of her life.
She was walking her own ways
Like a flower maimed for life
From time to time
She averted her gaze from the glass.
In the shadow of big words
like in the desert dried with sun
you search in white sand
for the shape of your trace.
It is a strange feeling to be
The prisoner of someone's life
You drown in your heart
The wish for see the light.
Bonds of fear fast tightened on you
You should try to face the truth
you don't know what is good for you
Being in what should be over you.
With a fake smile on your face
You mask fresh sore on your lips
At any time
You can easily explain this.
I can well believe it now
That you can't break free from his life
Having no dreams
You die every day of your time.
Bonds of fear fast tightened on you
You should try to face the truth
you don't know what is good for you
Being in what should be over you.
