I can’t count the nights when I’ve hoped tomorrow won’t comenI’ve lost my dreams and my love; lashed by the rain, I’m crying, crying, crying…nnWhat do I need to donTo be able to live as I am, without dressing myself up?nI can't even believe in myself, so what should I believe in?nThe answer is so close that I can’t see itnnI cry black tearsnI have nothing, I’m so sadnUnable even to put it into wordsnMy whole body begins to achenI can’t take being alonennAt night I grew tired of crying and drew my face, yet it wasn’t my facenI need to stop hiding my weakness and putting on a smilennIs it the hardest thing in the worldnTo live without dressing oneself up?nIf I could have something from you, I want something intangiblenI no longer need things that can breaknnEven if I cry black tears and screamnTomorrow will come with an unfamiliar facenAnd I’ll come up against the same painnIf those days are going to continuenThen I want to go far awaynEven though I know it's selfish of me...nnI cry black tearsnI have nothing, I’m so sadnUnable even to put it into wordsnMy whole body begins to achenI can’t take being alonennEven if I cry black tears and screamnTomorrow will come with an unfamiliar facenAnd I’ll come up against the same painnIf those days are going to continuenThen I want to go far awaynEven though I know it's selfish of me...