Текст: Emil Bulls. Mirror Me.

I don`t like it here
I feel so alone
I`m a stranger to myself
IA'm afraid of being at home
It`s always you
Oh every day it`s all the same
I wonder why
IA'm satisfied
I float around
Don`t know where I belong

I stay because of you
Waiting in oblivion
I wish we were siamese
I can`t let go