In this white room.
Writing on the walls:
The unspoken words.
The unspoken feelings.
And here I am laying on the floor...
...thinking about what I didn't do.
I didn't tell you so many things.
I didn't tell you the words that I wrote on this white wall.
But now it's too late.
Because after all I'm here in this white room.
And you don't have the key and there is no door.
This is my mind and I think only about you.