Lost Lover

Craze

You tell about your days to her

But you never feel like telling to me

At times I freak out like a little kid

But all I ever want is your care and bliss

In a crowded room feeling all alone

And sensations that shrill my voice

I scream like a lamb away alone

Between the wolves about to eat me now

I shout at the high

I shout out for your name

I want you back in here

Cause babe I have no hand

Illusions seems like all

Is a happy going life

But everything and every feel

Is mere a reflection in the waters

And me am just a glove which you dirtied in the alleys