All my thoughts are so wide.

I always keep on trying,

But my hands are “tying”…

Do you know I’m so tired,

So my pain can’t be denied…

But you won’t see me cry:

“Pillow-talk” – that’s what I like!..

Crying – is the helpless feeling.

Don’t you think so? Don’t you, really?..

Oh, you’ve never felt my heart,

That was suffering so hard…