Brett, en un día gris

LOVE IS DEAD Nothing ever goes right Nothing really flows in my life No one really cares if no one ever shares my care People push by with fear in their eyes in my life Love is dead, love is dead The telephone rings, but no one ever thinks to speak to me The traffic speeds by, but no one's ever stopped too late Intelligent friends don't care in the end, believe me Love is dead, love is dead And plastic people with imaginary smiles Exchanging secrets at the back of their minds Plastic people Plastic people Nothing ever goes right Nothing really flows in my life No one really cares if this horror's inside my head People push by with fear in their eyes in my life Love is dead, love is dead Love is dead, love is dead Love is dead, love is dead And all the lies that you've given us And all the things things that you said And all the lies that you've given us... Blow like wind in my head