I cannot make up lame excuses,
I cannot say, it was not me,
I plead guilty to all those cruel abuses,Â
when I tried to hide, what you could plainly see.
I have pushed the bad things all aside,
and tried to I have not the time to right all wrongs;
the years flash by, and my anguish grows,
I know, too late, where my heart belongs;
in the window, where my candle glows.

















