Be mad!
Days are quiet without you
Days are as fussy as ever to be elegant
What is wrong with my mind
I'm not guilty of what my offender acuse me of
Do not let it go
Do not tell me anything
If you return later
What is the last think to regret
Everything's got a price,
What is the last think to regret
Everything is worth it, here it is
It fleeing. my mind, flying away
I've been lost for years