Should this road come here?
Am I at the right place?
All the fears, all the tears
On my feelingless face.
What it is You try to say me
What it is You try to show
One must pay for one's mistakes
One must pay for love.
The prise have been high
I had no chance to discuss
But what I have been waited
Never have had chance to find out.
Have I been punished for to try to ask?
Now you say: go your way
I have been analysed inn and out
Could You try to hear what I have to say?
I am scared, I am tired,
I have been asking for help
I have got no answer though I know
You have tried to do Your best.
Still many questions remainig
And the biggest one is: what are You saying now?