a tear is trying to roll out of my eye
but I simply can’t let it go
it’s mine, and it’s precious
they say, let it go, but why?
sadness is something for others
it’s nothing for me now
I just let it stay silent
but it seems you really bother
do you really want to know
what sets me thinking
in the middle of the night
the thing inside that starts to grow
but you are making something loose
by the way you are interested
by the way you look in my eyes
and now I have to choose
a tear is trying to roll out of my eye
and I simply want to let it go
it’s mine, but you are precious
and with you, I don't have to lie