I go out
I walk in my town
What I can see
I don't like it
Maybe I should
Find a place to hide
And keep myself
Keep myself
Keep myself
Kill myself
It could be a place
In the mountain
A small rock house
And a river
A river of crystal water
It seems to be quiet
It could become
My new home
For me and my love
It could be a face
In a picture
A small rock smile
And a lover
A lover of crystal heart
It seems to be quiet
It could become
My new love
My new lie