I'm not searching for anything. There is nothing to be found, in hidden symmetries. Between sadness and smiles lies only a glimpse of me. Left behind with a kiss on the cheek. And then you start to see things with weary eyes. Hating the sound of laughter. I want to tell you everything. How I feel and who I am now. But I don't know how. Clouds are always above my head, Reminding me of which way to fall. I want to see the hurt in your eyes (Tar det någonsin slut? Är det någonsin över?). And when you wake up, I hope that you see colors again. My legs will bend and break, I want to see the hurt in your eyes. I'm not searching for anything. There is nothing to be found.