What do you mean,
When you tell me it will be ok...

Wandering slowly through a haunted life
In no real direction, just lost in the night...

I see before my eyes
Death and sorrow...

Cutting through the pain is a silver knife
It is too late now this poor life...

I have a heart of stone
I pride myself in being alone...

My silent tears
Cascade upon my face...

My tears fall to the ground
Although they do not make a sound...

Sadness
Tears...

My smile
My mask...

Fear of differences
Simply kill the offender...

Red are the tears
Flowing down through the years...

You tell me I should trust you
That you would never hurt my heart...