I can't count the nights
When I've hoped tomorrow won't come
I've lost my dreams and my love;
Lashed by the rain,
I'm crying, crying, crying...

What do I need to do
To be able to live as I am
Without dressing myself up?
I can't even believe in myself
So what should I believe in?
The answer is so close that I can't see it

I cry black tears
I have nothing
I'm so sad
Unable even to put it into words
My whole body begins to ache
I can't take being alone

At night I grew tired of crying
and drew my face
Yet it wasn't my face
I need to stop hiding my weakness
and putting on a smile

Is it the hardest thing
In the world to live without
Dressing oneself up?
If I could have something from you
I want something intangible
I no longer need things that can break

Even if I cry black tears and scream
Tomorrow will come with an unfamiliar face
and I'll come up against the same pain
If those days are going to continue
Then I want to go far away
Even though I know it's selfish of me...

Even if I cry black tears and scream
Tomorrow will come with an unfamiliar face
and I'll come up against the same pain
If those days are going to continue
Then I want to go far away
Even though I know it's selfish of me...