What's the use of wearing clothes,
When the inside is all naked?
What's the use of climbing walls,
When inside there's nothing sacred?

And above you there's no life,
Only pain and cruel sorrow
seconds, days are passing by
You're still hoping on tomorrow...

Here is what you're taking in:
All the hurt and tears you swallow
It's all kept beneath your skin
And there's no one you can follow.

So the days are passing by
Leaving shaddows on your face,
And your mind you try to tie
To a warm and quiet place,
Where you hope there's no more pain,
No more troubled thoughts and sadness,
Where your eyes don't know the rain,
Where you're kept away from madness.

What's the use of standing by?
Whats the use of holding on?
When your dream is just a lie
And your hopes and plans are gone.

Is it fare for you to smile
Just pretending you're ok,
When in fact it's been a while
Since you're walking the wrong way?

Not a chance of taking back
All the time you have been wasting
Can't controll the growing lack
Of the sleep you need for resting.

What's the use of growing wings
When you're not allowed to fly?
What's the use of having tears
When it's better not to cry?

Now, you're left with just your thoughts
Looking helpless to the sky:
Heavy questions and more doubts
Kept behind a single: "why?"

What's the use of drinking water
When inside you is a lake?
What's the use of having skates
when the ice begins to break?