U:

Here I'm
This it's me
A girl who is  looking for peace
                           looking for  silence,
a girl who is waiting for the end of the world
a sad and a  happy girl

Please, don't close the door,
I get scared of enclosed spaces
Please, don't look at me
I'm not who you think I 'm
Maybe you would like to know that
                        I can read your mind
                        and I can read your eyes
Now,
I'm tired
do you know?
I used to be a writer
I used to had a friend
I used to cry
 and my tears were bitter