By -- Date: 25 April 1998
Prisoner of solitude I look at love with incertitude I got lost in this tormenting feeling Searching in vain for eternal healing Ask me about love I know nothing of love I'll stay silent Love.....I just don't have the talent Like a dove from a magician's sleeve Pain can appear and just won't leave All this love thing is too confusing And now I feel that I'm drowning....