He hits me whit hes eyes
He paralyses me whit the sound of hes voice
Why does he play me so?
How can he know what I'll say before the words have touched my lips?
Softly pounched trough the air to finally land in his ears.
He knows me far to well, he reads me like an open book.
Line by line untill my secrets are no more
Untill my thoughts do not exist
Untill I sems to be
For I am more a shaddow in his mind
And my life is only as long
as he remember my existens.