There are another meanings on your lips.
There are another diamonds in your eyes.
And you are loosing precious time
Trying to change my mind.
You can not change the way i think.
You can not route the way i move.
And since we are losing links,
I’d prefer to stay in bloom.
Because my life is full of fun,
I’m happy when you cry alone.
And while i’m rising high,
You just can’t go on.
Something is rotting under sun.
It’s rotting, but still has a voice.
And how it feels to be with love
You killed without any choice?
Nobody hears when you cry.
Nobody will pray when you dead.
And everybody’s saying that’s your life
Is sad, sad, sad, sad, sad.