Nobody knows, nobody knows but me.That I sometimes cry,if I could pretend that I'm asleep. When my tears start to fall.I peek out from behind these walls.I think nobody knows...my story is no longer mine today. I would like to be honest with them, with me, with you, but...it's too hard for me,because reality frightens me.the menssonge is much easier for me to live,I believe...but not without suffering...Nobodys knows what I feel or what I do.A kind of freedom? Maybe, Yet I want to say...another day...maybe.