His hair has always been my weak point.
The way it flowed between my fingers.
The way I could bury my face in his neck and feel his soft curls tingle my cheeckbone.

He's once asked me; should I cut my hair?
And I responded; Ohh hell no! If you do that I'm gonna break up with you!

Well now he's broken up with me and I guess nothing was holding him back anymore.
It's gone now, the beautiful hair that pulled me in at first. The hair that made me go crazy all those times. It's gone just as much as he's gone.

And I know I'll never get it back.
I just started wondering whether I'd want it to.

All I ever asked was time, and even that you couldn't give me.

They say time is money,
maybe you took that a bit too seriously,
and I a little too casually.

They say you photograph whatever you fear of losing.

I guess that's why I had to empty 80% of my Cameraroll as soon as you left.

And why you probably won't even have to delete anything at all.

Once I was sad and lonely,
having nobody around to comfort me.
So I created a mask that always smiled,
just to hide my true feelings.

Once I had many friends;
with my mask, I was one of them.
Deep inside I still felt empty,
Like I was missing a part.

Nobody could hear my cries for help,
for I designed my mask to hide those lies.
Nobody could see the pain I was feeling,
for I hide my mask to keep on smiling.

Behind the smiles there were tears waiting
and behind all the comforts were the never ending fears.

While my tears where crying,
my feet kept walking.
My body was left behind,
to keep on hoping!

Day by day
I was slowly dying
I couldn’t go on,

I’m still searching
for the thing that’ll stop my crying,
for someone who’ll erase my fears
and for someone to wipe my tears.

But until then, I’ll keep on smiling
hiding behind the broken mask I’m wearing.
Hoping one day I can throw my mask away.
But until then, I’ll be here… Waiting.

If I were to lose my sight, I would want you to be my eyes for me.

Because I now, you'd be the only one who would find the right words to say.

I trust you to tell me how the water sparkled as I step into the sea.

I trust you to stand behind me and whisper in my ear, to describe your favorite moments to me.

During a relationship, you always notice that things are losing it's magical shine.

After all we've been through, to you I have seemed to lost mine. I felt it when you looked at me, and all those times you didn't want me.

It's just that when your shine was fading I've always managed to polish some back on. It's sad that you couldn't do the same for me.