You will not longer see whats on my mind
you're now one of te people who tinks it's hard to find
what my true feelings are
from the truth you are, from now on, far.
I thougt I could trust you
I thougt you, realy did, care
But you messed it up,
you don't longer play this fair.
I hoped I could show you
What was on my inside
Because what there is,
is,still, a true fight.
A fight between
Thin-fat , good-bad
A fight between
cheerful-mad , happy-sad
If you think you can force me
to do something against my will
If I would tell you what happened
You would not do that still.