Don't you see?

All this pain

From this my soul wishes to be free

 

Of course you can't

Because you are too busy

And your stubborness won't

 

I wish for you to feel the slightest

Of what i go through every day

Even on the days of brightness

 

For me everyday is dark and cold

Not one day, but each and every

And in it all, my heart has been sold

 

So what is left me

Anything at all

Can you see?