she is walking in the streets
she needs to blow her head
hiding her crying eyes
hiding her crying head
i'm really sick of what i hear, of what i see
is my life always going like this ?
tears falling from the sky
winds blowing my head
and i really wonder why
my thoughts are going like this
nobody knows what i feel when i cry...
she's still walking in the streets
to breathe the wind blowing
drying the last tears
hoping she'll never cry again
she needs to blow her head
hiding her crying eyes
hiding her crying head
i'm really sick of what i hear, of what i see
is my life always going like this ?
tears falling from the sky
winds blowing my head
and i really wonder why
my thoughts are going like this
nobody knows what i feel when i cry...
she's still walking in the streets
to breathe the wind blowing
drying the last tears
hoping she'll never cry again