He lost his way in his sad fate 
He felt the things in the fate 
Lose the essence more and more 
He coudn't stop desire 
He coudn't be without 
And stayed like myself 
They said he looked for the face he lost 
He's hidden from the other people 
His shaking hands needed a help 
He's waiting every day 
Looking for what he needed 
On my own... 
There were hate and no fate at the start 
Only man who lived this knew 
What he was feeling 
Joy was hidden in the subconscions 
On my own...