Sometimes when I´m alone at night
I cry the tear that I find inside
At day when I remember that
I´m feeling nothing but regret
Who am I I can´t tell
Where am I I can´t tell
Sometimes when I´m alone all day
I realize I got so much to say
And when I find an open mind
I konw it´s not what I wanted to find
Who am I...
And when I sit searching for words
I feel the echo of my efforts
I read my mind I find myself
In a dark and gloomy shelf
