Вершы: Burning Heads. Easy.

I've been trying to call you
Try to guess what's on your mind
Wish I could read through you
Cos maybe we're off the same kind
Some says it can't rearranged when so many things have changed
In these days it's so hard to see
When it used to be so easy
And it makes me mad
And it makes me sad
I took a look into myself
Needed something to keep the faith
Took a second to hold my breath

But you ran out, yes you ran out
And it makes me mad
And it makes me sad
It could be so easy
Be so easy
And I feel so bad about the situation maybe