Sorry Figure - Lost Worlds Senseless to light the flame of a human being Searching things to do in this empty room And the only thing that cheers me up are your drawings in my notebook I need your sorrow for all the days of tomorrow I didn't want to say that but i will try again Having to accept and think things are funny even if they are not even a bit amusing And again these smiles do not attract me, looking for words to explain my insecurities The days passing by without nothing new, without one victory I'll try to forget how you went away and think in summer that you will not come But this will carry me further than a conversation about lost words In my past there are so many of your things and nothing that i can see On the time we left behind is my sense; chains that never break Ideas that are not lost, begin to hurt myself to be nearer to whom i like It's called ideal, what you say about me would it be what i think about myself? Would i find the answer to not be alone?