See, I can't talk to you
you won't talk to me
You lie, cause you don't know
It's all a matter
of character
There are to many things
I want to tell you
I go on your nerves
and bore you more
than you could do yourself
I don't want to be alone
I don't want to think about
how much I struggle
about the pain
and how tired I am.
Yeah, it's boring.
But it's much better
than get tortured
By memories that hunt me
when you're away.
When everyones away...
why can't we be honest?
why can't you tell me how you feel
and I tell you how I do.
Why is it all so hard?
"If everything was easy,
It would be very boring, ay?"
It's just the other way round.
I'm sorry.
But I guess, it's to late.
