I see the darkness coming, coming to my room.
Now it's too late to feel, to feel all right.
From the road I'm walking there is no way back home.
And the birds are singing, "You've lost your own."
But it's not just the pain, and it's just not the same,
to know that I was blind.
I didn't listen to you, 'cause it was so hard
I serached for a thousand reasons, I found a million and one.
But it's not just the pain, and it's just not the same,
You don't want to share my way,
You will never be the same in my life
