Вершы: Sylver. Little Things. So Afraid.

As you look in his eyes
the shame looks with you
like a stain on your soul
whatever you do

And he tries to deny
the doubt in his mind
to keep you by his side
he'd rather be blind

Tell me all of your dreams
your hopes an your fears
let me walk through your mind
and dry all your tears

So afraid of yourself
afraid of the day
when you have to decide
to go your own way

On the verge of destruction
you're cursing the weckage of your weak heart