| This is my confession
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| I tried so many times to oppress him
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| Now I decided to explode and let my heart speak its ache
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| Now I’ve done all my weak body can fulfil I leave it up to him,
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| and still I know that my anxiousness and my truthfulness
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| Can’t be paid back with his love
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| Can’t be paid back with his love
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| I leave it up to him, leave it up
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| Still I know, that my feelings are for no use
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| He’s a player not yet ready to behave mature
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| A man who makes a child still not able to see his future
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| He’s good in deceiving
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| He’s good for love torture
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| Inspire of my contemplation
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| I still can’t get him captured
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| A man I thought is just like
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| Someone I could give myself to completely, no
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| It’s so painful to accept the fact that he’s rejected me
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| I’ve done so many things to make me believe life is possible without him
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| Still I always console myself, I…
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| And I see the symptoms of my love (for him) on my skin
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| I tried to get him out, outta my head
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| It worked out, I deceiving myself, forgot my dignity, he sucked away my
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| happiness in learning new things and made me think I love someone else
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| No it was self-defence so
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| Do me no harm, please let me go
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| Do me no harm, please let me fly
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| Do me no harm, please let me fly… ah
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| I gave him wings to let him fly
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| I let him go so I could grow
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| Now that I know this love is gone, I…
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| I give him wings to let him fly
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| I gave him wings to let him fly
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| I let him go so I could grow
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| Now that I know this love is gone, I…
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| I give him wings to let him fly |