During a weak week
I found out what stole my mind
And I filled up the leak
With the days I left behind
So please don't ask me
Why I continue my bad ride
The answer you would see
Is not what scratched my sad pride
During these dazed days
I created somekind of plan
It was born and raised
And you cannot understand
Each and every point
That made my decision clear
And how its aspects joined
To convince the asking fear
During your sour hours
And the problem
of course
It is not ours
(it is only yours)