Alone in a crowd of people

Aware of my own rise and fall

I've misspelled the tale of good and bad

Astray in a maze of my new moods

The dream reflects all enemies

They're scared with backs against the wall

With no big plan, the virtue is gone

My fear cut through the secret

Frictions, frictions, those frictions

Burst into flames

While falling down the inward spiral with no end

Questions, questions rub salt into my shame

My bleeding heart is screaming out

Like a wounded doе

I realize that the pеrson to blame is near

From the very start he was breathing down my neck

I was fooled by the man who knows me best

I know it's too late to start from scratch

I wonder how much time there's left

To mend my heart and ask you to stay

Fiction, fiction, that fiction twists in my head

While falling down the inward spiral with no end

Questions, questions

Just questions are all that's left

My bleeding heart is still screaming out

Like a wounded doe

That's all I've got – my bleeding heart

You with your wrinkled face

Just gulp down your shame with a bitter smile

You've torn all your pride into fractions

Just do yourself a favor and end it all

You with your wrinkled face

Just gulp down your shame with a bitter smile

You've torn all your pride into fractions

Just do yourself a favor and end it all

And end it all

Alone in a crowd of people

Aware of my own sincere rise and fall

Misspelled the tale of good and bad

Astray in a maze waiting to take off