One soul searching through, never found what she desired It slipped her mind that somewhere out there Could be the reason of it all But where? Where is she to go? Out from here. Indifference was a friend, bottle was her only love What she drank was made of tears that her restless heart Has always shed She? s out of the game In which she plays Different roles against the time. Been to Paris, been to Tokyo ? Punk? said everybody else Yet she started realizing She can? t go on like this any more No more! Finally she made up her mind And stopped pursuing former aims. Took her life in his own hands And started taking to sobriety As her life was slowly off she did confess me a perfect truth: Never say you search for it As finding it is impossible...