with the hands on ure face
Just like a new mask
U hide from ureself

U knee and u pray
Like an ex-child
To a next god

with ure clumsy smile
drawn by mistake
u love a right handed
which u ures to despise

U dont even smile
or wake up anymore
Early mornings
to touch his face...

Ure an ex child
with deep marks
From now ull feel sick
When u cry,when u laugh

U knee and u pray
Like an ex-child
To a next god

u have no one with u
No dear voice
But ure saying ure well
Without me knowing to

No dark clouds
Bring the rain anymore
Like a final prayer
Of what u used to adore


U knee and u pray
Like an ex-child
To a next god