I'm not sure How the light keeps shining And my cup is empty I never felt so old In the night When the birds are sleeping In disguise the things I couldn't change, hits my door I have bowed, even if my fears have no control They have shown me disidence galore I'll be close the lonesome singing In that vacant space of gardens By the rusty tables hearing how the stores close If the memory is not healing That's a lesson to consider From an introvert predictable with weak bones I was told That my dreams were wasted That my weakness was stronger than My will to grow Did I always felt so sad alone On the top floor of all coffe shops? I have bowed, even if my fears have no control They have shown me disidence galore I'll be close the lonesome singing In that vacant space of gardens By the rusty tables hearing how the stores close If the memory is not healing That's a lesson to consider From an introvert predictable with weak bones