You really donīt know
whatīs inside of me
but I confess sometimes I try to hide
so that you canīt see
sometimes I ask myself
where have I gone
but Iīve got really no idea
so tell me - what have I done ?!?
sometimes i feel like crying
but i never felt like dying
iīm searching for the silence
that iīve lost
you donīt know of all the things
that I must stand
I need a break - come on break
give me your hand
sometimes i feel like crying
but i never felt like dying
iīm searching for the silence
that iīve lost