I know I'm quite a reserved person
and sometimes hard to read
So I made you a reservation
for my reading in a private library
A few pages are missing
I recall them mostly after
intensive make out with a glass
that often causes liquid laughter
But laughter and crying are living pretty close
two lovely neighbours who fancy overdose
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night
to find these pages I thought I've lost
under my pillow, it's like a look in the mirror
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night
to find these pages I thought I've lost
under my pillow, it's like a look in the mirror
I don't want the world to see my cry
are we all born just to die?
I've been trying so hard to hide the fight
in my mind but I always lose but the goal ain't to survive
but to win, live and love
instead of another drink I swallow the pride
'cause I found a girl who holds me tight
I can't deny that feeling can be controlled but tears never lie
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night
to find these pages I thought I've lost
under my pillow, it's like a look in the mirror
Boys don't cry that's what they say
they made my mind my secret hideaway
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night
to find these pages I thought I've lost
(My secret hideaway)
under my pillow, it's like a look in the mirror
