Every day is exactly the same
Every day is exactly the same
There is no love here and there is no pain
Every day is exactly the same
Emma is writing on a little piece of paper
She's hoping someday you might find
Well, she will hide it behind something
The keks won't look behind
Gypsy still inside her
A little bit comes bleeding through
She wish this could've been any other way
But she just doesn't know, what else she can do