Your crying is useless
when you're not here anymore
There's not much left to do except living
just living
My song doesn't reach your ear
you don't reach me
if there's still something left for you to say
you don't say it
Body after body they leave
and afterwards they guess
that you can't smile without reasons
but what to return for?
Again, they forced you to follow a path
They invite you to change your destination and again