how does it feel? to be high and dry?
flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop.
you'd killed yourself for recognition, you'd kill yourself for never ever stop,
you broke another mirror, you're turning into something you are not.
drying up the conversation, you will be the one who cannot talk,
all your insides fall to pieces, you just sit there wishing you still could make love.
maybe there are many reasons to feel lonely :
because you're alone,
or because you just don't understand yourself and people that close to you,
and maybe you just feeling sorry for yourself...
if i could turn back the hands of time,
where would i want to be? not here
when? not now
who? maybe...my dad
dream on, nin, dream on...
just don't forget to wake up soon.