Besedila: Halou. Wiser.

When I see you, I see my own face
I want to save you from yourself

What could I do?
What could I say?
It?s a downward spiral

I don?t know what causes sorrow
Or why it has to hurt to learn
But I have had a heart that?s empty
I?ve felt the vacuum nature hates

It?s clear to me
I wish that you could only see it