The days go by I'm still here
Waiting for something that left
No one predicted to me to me
Only things move by themselves
Every night in my dreams, in my dreams
I tried to cut through the crap
I've tried not to cry, not to cry
I tried to cut through the crap
Ay, ay, ay, ay, I can't stan anymore!
Ay, ay, ay, ay, I can't stan anymore!
This is not a deep wound
Neither problem of a schoolboy
No one predicted to me, to me
Only things move by themselves
Now it's hard to keep to keep
Plus, you lost your hold on me.
Try not to cry, not to cry
Try cut through the crap.
Ay, ay, ay, ay, Can you stand it a little more?
Ay, ay, ay, ay, Can you stand it a little more?