The poor stay poor
The rich get richer.
The story goes on
Even when the teller is long gone.

the floor will turn
into a hole in the ground
When you leave without a sound.
Then I will wish for something real
To fill in for something that I want to feel.
And all the old thoughts will come back.
And will wonder - where are you at?
Wasn't it you,who promised not to leave my side
Until the day you die.
Wasn't it you, who asked me to believe
And promised to never deceive?
Does it remind you of anything?
Or were those just simple words
That were rushing
Through your mouth,
Like the fire in your house
That burnt down
With a cracking sound.
At least then you left, leaving something.
Where are you at now,
Where are you hiding?

Falling again
Could somebody pick me up?
I am left out, about to fade.
I am a knot that has been undone.

Save me this one last time.
Don't break me this time.
Take the heat away from me, like that time
You send away, leaving me behind.
Making me blind
Taking my mind
Away.
Save me from the war inside my head, at last.
But please, don't break me, at least one time.

I want to get lost in your lungs.
I want to hide inside
Or maybe run away with you by my side.
I don't wanna fight.
I just want to get on a flight
And fly away from my own fright,
And everyone who's telling me I can't ever be right,
And all the things that make my frame feel too tight.

Do not be afraid
If you fall out of the grey.
Something is hiding at the bay.
You do not need to feel sane
Just because they tell you to be same
Like all those that are plain.