I am not looking for, a warrior of broken hearted, I just need a shelter, where to rest, after all the cosy moments, after turbulence, after, when it all started.

Was it a New Year 2019, I cant remember it, after that, I havent seen, so many happy faces. I soon come crazy, I havent seen you, to make any changes.

Are you a shadow, of the all glory days, I guess, you need a new make-up, to just gain it all again.

Its just the same hilarious Xmas season, so you can fake again that evening, we have seen no new game anymore. It is just the same old story, I havent even seen any Musketeers for ages, those days must be gone, i dont find them anymore.