I feel so alive,
Pumbed up, high,
And then I fall down,
Crash, break, cry.

I take long lonely walks,
In places to where no one comes,
So I can be alone with my sorrow,
I need a new life that I could borrow.

And I try to tell myself to stop thinking,
About unreal scenarios,
,,You need to stop daydreaming!"
You can feel your soul and heart breaking.

I envy those people,
They are living their best lifes,
And I'm here alone,
Still stuck in the past times.

It's only my fault
That I can't get out of this mud
That glues me to one place
It feels like a hell of a long phase, when

I feel so alive,
Pumped up, high,
And then I fall down,
Crash, break, cry.

What You think of Seneca?
I could be Your Lucilius,
Since there are many things I don't know,
Feels and things I don't show.

And every time, You make me wonder,
You're a thief but You never plunder,
Living with a moral compass,
You don't care about what they told us.

Charismatic, magnetic,
Words not enough to describe You,
Time after time I try to,
Not to talk about You.

Not to talk about You,
Not to think about You,
Not to dream about You,
My life not to be about You.

'Cause: "I am not to speak to You, I am to think of You when I sit alone or wake at night alone"
And I have to accept that,
Even if I'm not there yet.

I realized that I can't **** anyone,
Who is not quite alive,
Like the nameless creature,
Made by Victor Frankenstein.

But I could make You disappear,
If I really wanted to,
Countless starless nights,
But I still see the Moon.

With my bad tires, car rides, long drives,
Till' I realized,
That You can't hurt me,
Because I'm not alive.

Blue,
This word is just like glue,
it locks you up then drags you down.

Me in the far future,
Thinking about my younger years,
Knowing it's a platonic relationship,
'Cause I would never want to go back,
Constantly feeling I'm on the wrong track.

Everything is more peaceful now,
I've let go of the painful nights,
But I still want to miss it,
Just not getting too close to it,
'Cause I don't want to be young anymore,
I wish I wasn't young anymore.

There are screams in my ear,
Telling me to leave You,
Voices I've left behind,
I don't want to hear from You.

I don't want to feel the space,
The place in my heart,
The hole in my soul,
Where You left Your part.

I wish I had never met You,
'Cause I thought I had everything,
But now I have to admit,
I do not own a single thing.