I'm scared of being free
'cause I don't know how things have changed,
maybe she isn't waiting for me anymore.
Sometimes a room can be a prison too,
and some shriveled leaves form my pillow
I just dream about autumn,
the last time we said goodbye.
I wanted to die for freedom,
even if still I don't understand what it means
maybe I must take someone's freedom away
.. or you should take my freedom away
I wouldn't miss something I've never had.
Sunlights pierce the clouds but I can't remember
if there are stars at night.