Take me home, let me be.
We are now too close to see.
For they tell me that I’m not myself
Anymore.
You are now the one I know
More then I know myself.

Yet,
I’m not sure that my feelings are my own.
They are rather effects of the situation we are in.
Oh, so unhappy and so sad.

Our lives hope for new things.
Make me special, make me different
From anybody else.
Close knit bunch,
We hope that we will fall apart,
Each to our own ways.