The nights when I cry,
With my eyes all wet,
No one to talk to,
About the feelings I get,
No one I can trust to tell something yet,
I can see the dark clouds and how they're set,
Its seems like a huge puzzled net,
Somehow I see my face in the clouds,
All hopeless, dry and not at all proud,
Could it be? could it be?
That i can never set my thoughts free?
Its way different when I think about it in reality,
Need someone to give me a certainty,
This is how I feel, And this is what I see,
That no one can ever totally understand me .