I whish...

To hold me close
or set me free
to trust completely
or let it be
You don't know my destiny
You can't see what I can see

To love me truly
or let me go
In between
I don't want to know
This is how it has to be
No more us and no more we.

Once again on the station.
See your face in a crowd.
Comes again the sensation.
You can't hear yourself think,
with their voices inside your head.

I wish I cared...