When I cry I use a lot of handkerchiefs,
they are lying there in my hands like dry leafs.

I throw them away when I’m done crying,
I don\'t know why I cry every time someone is dying.

They don’t know how I hurt inside,
after they are gone I will stop to hide.

The ones I love will know how I feel,
my life is not a fairytale,
it is real.