Sometimes I feel I'm feeling pain
Sometimes I feel I'm drowning
Sometimes I think I'm losing in vain
Sometimes I think I'm growing

There must be a crossroad
Where past and the future come along
There must be a password
To make the living last for long
There must be an answer
To the things you’ve asked a thousand times
There gotta be something
Some kind of advise

There are things which are precious
I want you to know that they are
I don't wanna be under pressure
So go tell me who you really are

'Cause I'm lost in the crossroad
Where past and the future come along
And I still don't know the password
Even though I thought I'd do
And there is still no answer
To the things I've asked a thousand times
There gotta be something
On the way to devil's paradise



Written by
Dasha
13th December 2002.