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 .