What do you mean
When you talk about me
What have you seen
To tell me what to be

Well, well, well, well?

Who are you
To tell me to cry
What will you do
If I still try

Im not made of stone
But I know when to stand strong when you are alone

I can sense your dreams far away
You still want me to stay
In this hell you call paradise
Stop be a fool
I've thrown my dice

Who are they
To tell me I am wrong
What did they do yesterday
To stay so strong

Well, well?

Im not made of stone
But I feel that you alredy know
That you are not made of stone

What will you do?
When I find you?

She is screaming, screaming
Dying, dying
My arms are heavy, please
Dont come back home..