I come Home and their fighting.
I hate it! I want to tell them to stop.
But I cant, because Im stuck in the middle.
They tug me, playing with me.
I cant handle the pain!
When I go to school no one can see my pain.
I fake my happiness.
I want to go hide in a corner and cry.
But I cant.
Because no one lends a shoulder to cry on.
My Friends dont understand!
I come Home again, and my parents pull me.
Ripping my herz like a angry raven.
My siblings, they... they... leave me there. Alone.
I feel alone.
Deserted.
No where I feel happy.
Because Im alone.
Why cant anyone see?
Why cant my parents stop fighting?
Why cant my Friends lend a hand?
Why cant my siblings pull me to my feet?
Why am I alone?
I hate it! I want to tell them to stop.
But I cant, because Im stuck in the middle.
They tug me, playing with me.
I cant handle the pain!
When I go to school no one can see my pain.
I fake my happiness.
I want to go hide in a corner and cry.
But I cant.
Because no one lends a shoulder to cry on.
My Friends dont understand!
I come Home again, and my parents pull me.
Ripping my herz like a angry raven.
My siblings, they... they... leave me there. Alone.
I feel alone.
Deserted.
No where I feel happy.
Because Im alone.
Why cant anyone see?
Why cant my parents stop fighting?
Why cant my Friends lend a hand?
Why cant my siblings pull me to my feet?
Why am I alone?
I remember the times of the i Liebe you's
and times when it was i hate you.
But Du come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights Du stayed.
The child in me, from the times Du loved me.
The debt Du owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time Du spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that Du are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when Du apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
and times when it was i hate you.
But Du come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights Du stayed.
The child in me, from the times Du loved me.
The debt Du owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time Du spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that Du are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when Du apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
have Du noticed when Du fall in Liebe it feels like your flying? I have. It the most wonderful feeling in the world. But when do Du feel it? Do Du feel it when Du fall in love, oder when Du just are overfilled with joy?
Have Du ever felt it? oder have Du felt anything close to it? What does it mean? Does it mean that Du have to fly away from it before your Liebe hurts you? oder does it mean that your body enjoys the joy filling your body?
Tell me what Du think...
Have Du ever felt it? oder have Du felt anything close to it? What does it mean? Does it mean that Du have to fly away from it before your Liebe hurts you? oder does it mean that your body enjoys the joy filling your body?
Tell me what Du think...
Give away to the morning
Light is here
Look away from the mourning
Is she gone, is she still...?
And let the Tag go ahead
Without you
Find a place, a dark space
To hide you
What’s a day, a sunny day
To you?
Fade away, let the your rainclouds
Guide you
There goes the downpour
Long gone your hello...
Find it in you
To make that last stand
It’s a silent drive
It’s her very last one.
Here come the clear skies
There goes your fare well...
Light is here
Look away from the mourning
Is she gone, is she still...?
And let the Tag go ahead
Without you
Find a place, a dark space
To hide you
What’s a day, a sunny day
To you?
Fade away, let the your rainclouds
Guide you
There goes the downpour
Long gone your hello...
Find it in you
To make that last stand
It’s a silent drive
It’s her very last one.
Here come the clear skies
There goes your fare well...