When I look into your eyes
I can see what you really want
You are obvious and it do not makes my calm
I see your cold smile while I am close to fall

I do not really want your help
But I want you to stay away
Then I could fly again
I could find my own way

Why the one with wounds should be me?
There is no more things like "we"
There is you and and here am I
And do you know?
My heart did not die