Through my deepest and darkest sorrows
The knives and brittles of shards
As I walk on the path of life
it hath be so long
that I forgotten to smile

When the watches see my bright heart
A sly and flimsy laughter
But all I did was to cry at my pillow
The watchers spoke brutal insulence
breaking my fragile heart into shreds

It takes time .. it takes time I said to myself
But no matter who you choose in life
A lad or a lover
Evrything did not go as planned
as I expect it to be

I cry alone at home ..
No...