When I was such a ghost
no one cares about my name.
I could walk through closed doors
and see some sad things behind the walls.
It's not me and all I see
it's not me who's in the middle.
Am I really by myself?
To be a part is not a riddle.
A man is sitting on his bed,
he's dreaming of going out.
He knows that he was hold,
anxious screamings out of his head.
It's not me and all i see
it's not me who's in the middle.
Am i really by myself?
To be a part is not a riddle.
It's not me and all i see
it's not me who's in the middle.
Am i really by myself?
To be a part is not a riddle.
no one cares about my name.
I could walk through closed doors
and see some sad things behind the walls.
It's not me and all I see
it's not me who's in the middle.
Am I really by myself?
To be a part is not a riddle.
A man is sitting on his bed,
he's dreaming of going out.
He knows that he was hold,
anxious screamings out of his head.
It's not me and all i see
it's not me who's in the middle.
Am i really by myself?
To be a part is not a riddle.
It's not me and all i see
it's not me who's in the middle.
Am i really by myself?
To be a part is not a riddle.