Here I am confused
So unsure of where I stand
Consumed by emptiness
Sick of being used by this world
When will it end?
This game I play with you
When will I stop to pretend and go
Standing on a black line
The misery breaks my heart
Deep down inside, I know I can't go on living this way
When will it end?
This game I play with you
When will I stop to pretend and go follow you?
I have not forgotten your whispering voice
Nor the sweetness of your presence