One soul searching through, never found what she desired
It slipped her mind that somewhere out there
Could be the reason of it all
But where?
Where is she to go?
Out from here.
Indifference was a friend, bottle was her only love
What she drank was made of tears that her restless heart
has always shed
She? s out of the game
In which she plays
Different roles against the time.
Been to Paris, been to Tokyo
? Punk? said everybody else
Yet she started realizing
She can? t go on like this any more
No more!
Finally she made up her mind
And stopped pursuing former aims.
Took her life in his own hands
And started taking to sobriety
As her life was slowly off she did confess me a perfect truth:
Never say you search for it
As finding it is impossible...