Every word I squeezed out of myself in a schizophrenic frenzy was dedicated to you I only fear because my past suspicions came true Your worst nightmare is now unmistakebly real, touch it.
What thoughts I have of you tonight? Yesterday night, tomorrow night? Wednesday night, Friday night? My thoughts are nothing but a fright
How cheap is my soul on flea-market of souvenirs? Will get a broken penny, a shinny eye Always more, never enough A broken body, a bent heart?
A couple of hours away, a lie near Number of minutes, word lies hidden Doesnt matter, if far away of here Hear me dear, while you are here?