You always made my dreams
Always knew of my secret
And that has been a long time
I don't even remember how long it's been
My heart doesn't know how to count days
And nothing at all is on my mind
But the first time
I still remember it well
Maybe I am one more page in your past
Which has been ripped out of your diary
I dream, I cry and I feel
That there's some hope left
I miss you, I want to rip out this page
Of my life