Worry - feeling that making me hide
Demons are here by my side
It seems that I'm too deep to rise
I am searching for place that would be
Kind of asylum for me
Where I'll be able to shout what I mean
Too clean for hell too spoiled for heaven so well
You'll never know what I've felt
Show me more cause my life just ignores me as well
As I ignored it when it fell
Roaming, where am I going to land
Music is my only friend
My home is not sweet fo me
But still I, still I believe that I can
Find my own harmonyn there
Cause my nest is so grim for me
Too clean for hell too spoiled for heaven so well
You'll never know what I've felt
Show me more cause my life just ignores me as well
As I ignored it when it fell