A Solas

I'm scared to be alone,
I'm scared not to cry,
I'm scared of what they might think.
I hide among the people,
I draw myself without speaking,
I disguise myself in frivolity.

Sometimes I think that somewhere,
There's a child, asleep, captive, lost.

I'm scared to be silent,
I'm scared not to scream,
I'm scared of what might happen.
I suffocate in your arms,
I feel cold without going out,
I disguise myself in great pleasure.

Sometimes I think that somewhere,
There's a child, asleep, captive, lost.