נפש פילוסופית, מוח יצירתי וגוף חסר מנוחה. החיים הם שילוב.

She is alone again.
feels like the sun will never shine on her face again.
like she's never gonna feel the breeze in her hair again.
like she's never gonna taste the sweet taste of love.
And her thoughts are killing her from inside.
And this voices in her head aren't letting go-

Telling her there is no use, and she believes them.

And her mind is playing tricks on her-

"Am I sad or happy?" she asks herself…

And she just can't understand why she feels the way she feels all the time…

All she wants is quiet, but she's keeping making noise.

All she needs is answers, but those answers does not exist.

She just can't understand…

And that's the real problem-

She just can't understand...