The life you had known. The pain that you show. I count all of the times you choke. The last miracle. The emptiness of hope. When all you want is to be a stranger.
I never get tired of butterflies in my stomach. And I never get used to calling girls on the phone. I say I hate crushes now, but really I love it. Having someone there's better than being alone.
(Kiske). There is no place for me. And no one to set me free. There is no way to go. There is no place for me. Where it's warm and where I can be. At least there is no place that I know.
I finally found a way. To make it go away. Make all the things I say be cleverly stated. And I move away from here. And hardly ever turn my back. That works for miles and miles cause I'm wasted.
Given up to me. You're living - rotting in my dream. Morning lights to red. I think I've had too much already. So violently to touch, it's tearing me up.
I hope you never write are you ever wrong. Its the story of your life or is that the TV on.. If you played your part as well as I could play along. You would still be called a liar and I would still come back for more. "I hope you die from dreaming".
And the night shall cry. For her heart belongs to day. And the tears she knows. Shall not fade. And so winds will speak his name. Whispered soft and carried far.