Here, inside myself, something is aching,
something is bleeding, and nobody notices.
There's such a great despair in my hopes,
exactly where I wish there was happiness.
Could it be for real?
Here inside, I did never feel.
Sometimes I just wanna sit down and cry,
my tears drop by, please, don't ask me why.
Perhaps because here inside there's no love,
perhaps there's no reason, it only hurts.
Here, it's what I get,
though it's the best place I've ever met!
Inside, it's where I can be just as I am.
Even though it's aching, it's my favorite place,
and I'll do all I can to make it ok,
the hideout where I keep the dreams I never say.