Fata morgana brings me here
The sand and the tears blended so gently
I'm a visualist for myself
Saccharine brings me here
The bitter and water mixed perfectly
I'm a chef for my life
I hear sound of silence
I see visual of darkness
I hear sound of silence
I see visual of darkness
I'm lost in emptiness
I can't write, I can't read
I'm lost in emptiness
I can't write, I can't read
Maybe I never had it at all?
Maybe I never had it at all?
Maybe I never had it at all?
Maybe I never had it at all?
Maybe I never had it at all?
Maybe I never had it at all?
Maybe I never had it at all?
Maybe I never had it at all?
Maybe I never had it at all?
Maybe I never had it at all?
Maybe I never had it at all?
Maybe I never had it at all?
