När -Trikkantolala- pratar engelska {[LOOVE]} He´s alive, but you see the fading soul in his eyes Whether he´ll survive is just a roll off the dice She left a hole in his life, walking out that door Without her caring he began falling down that morn Tremendous preasure, she was a delicious treasure, but became a victim of his malicious pleasure The regrets he gets is not of this world Whants to take back a lot of his words But the words were said and the hurt were done Gone are the days when he were the one He´s not healing, staring apathetic at the ceiling He´s grieving, needing a pathetic little feeling A pathetic little feeling he once felt called joy But now he ´s all coy feeling like a small boy Stone cold, he´s now wrapped in his cocoon Banning sunlight, craving for the blue moon