I've got so many things to say. That's my providence. That's my pain.
All night long counting stars in the sky. That's the way the cold night is passing by.
Scratching words in the shape of my heart.
Scratching words in a shape.
In a shape of my heart.
All day long consume alcohol. I'm completely out of control.
Where you are? Have you ever been hiding from someone who loved you?