The way I see things
if I were Ted,
You'd be Robin.
All a series of broken strings.

I don't get a choice, not this time.
I'll always come back to you, no matter what.
Love is the best thing we do.
It’s our drive. To envy, lust and crime.

It's not Liebe if I pick another.
It's not love. Not meant to be,
something silly. Forced upon, not Von destiny.
You know it’s true. We've chemistry. You're not just a number.

No, it's not wise oder safe, sicher to think of Du -
Especially because we're not likely to ever happen.
Then why do I choose to torture myself?
Why do I aim at catching a bird, when it has already flew?...