A prison with greed that carries an evil musical chime.
Jumping off the merry-go-round!
Encouraged by the devil,
the pleasure of his deadly nursery rhyme.
Now the world is measured by my blood level.

One day all of us will get separated from each other. we will miss our conversations of everthing and nothing and dreams we had. Days, months and years will pass until this contact becomes rare
One day our children will see our pictures and ask who are these people?
and we will smile with invisible tears because a heart touched with a strong word and you will say "it was them that i had the best days of my life with."
One day.

My pride taught me not to lower my head in front of the public but to stay tall and claim that i was broken

I don't belong in the world
But that's what it is
Something separates me from other people
Everywhere I turn there's something blocking my ecsape.

There's something in the wind
I can feel it blowing in
It's coming in softly
On the wings of a song
There's something in the water
I can taste it turning sour
It's bitter, I'm coughing
But now it's in my blood.

And I remember when I met him, it was so clear that
he was the only one for me.
We both knew it, right away.
And as the years went on, things got more difficult --
we were faced with more challenges.
I begged him to stay. Try to remember what
we had at the beginning. He was charismatic, magnetic,
electric and everybody knew it. When he walked in
every woman's head turned, everyone stood up
to talk to him. He was like this hybrid, this mix of
a man who couldn't contain himself.
I always got the sense that he became torn
between being a good person and
missing out on all of the opportunities that life could
offer a man as magnificent as him.
And in that way I understood him
and I loved him.
I loved him, I loved him, I loved him.
And I still love him.
I love him.